I see someone in the alley and glance up, my fangs ejecting out of my gums. Starving, I slide down a wall and tilt my head back, swallowing as my wings twitch.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart. — Andréa Balt