★ CENTI !!

Look at my friend's art NOW.

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when a friend corrects the way i’m holding or doing something , it reminds me of how dolls cant move by themselves and how they have to be moved and positioned by others … i love when that happens

oh how i wish i was someones doll , their prized possession . to have someone care for me as if i were made of porcelain , so fragile the smallest drop could break me . to be put in the prettiest dresses , then to have my hair brushed and curled . to be so beautiful someone would display me on their shelf , if i could , i’d stay there forever .

i desperately need to be someone’s doll again… i want to be someone’s most prized possession, their muse who they treasure and adore and coddle. i want my owner’s loving care and attention.. i want them to dress me up and tell me how perfect of a doll i am and for them to dote on me forever..