I glance down at him, "This is weird. Shift if your gonna cuddle on me," I tell him, wrapping my arms around my stomach and leaning against a tree before sliding down to the ground.
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
