She had this think that grabs things higher then you can reach, like a claw type thing, and came up behind me, the claw grabbing my hair and pulling on it. I screamed, then practically broke the thing. Evil.
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
