Some things are beautiful, but they are beautiful in the way of the sun. If you fly too close, they will melt your wings and send you plummeting into… - Nikita Gill

midnight is the witching hour, is because a new day rises from the ashes of the old, embers breathe new life to its fire, giving us a chance to mend, a chance to restore all that is broken

I was not made
To be lovely for you
I was made to eat monsters for ME

The prince clears his throat and then says, ‘Fair princess, I will do whatever I can to break the curse that turns you into . . . that thing.’

‘That thing, as you call it,’ the princess says, ‘is the magical part of me. I love being the dragon and the dragon loves me.’

The princess raises an eyebrow. ‘I will love me this way. And I never said I was in want of being someone’s wife.’

‘But if not a wife, you will die an old maid,’ he presses on.

‘I am half dragon, who told you I will ever die at all?