Words have the power to both create and destroy

As if to punctuate this final thought his thumb fell through the cheek of the small doll, cracks began to cover the body like veins. With a deep sigh, The Woodworker looked down upon his creation, stroking her hair, with a soft look anyone would mistake for love. Silently he stood, marching towards the fireplace, and threw her in without a second thought. Returning to his seat he took out an identical doll and began to work towards perfection once again.

Would love to see what you all think :)

And in the emotion you strive to feel

The other is logical, she knows its an overreaction, she knows everything is fine and I’m being silly, but most importantly she’s trapped behind the glass. Destined to always just be an observer.

On the bright side, it shouldn’t take to long, I write as a way to vent and/or to figure out my emotions, and I’ve been very confused about how I feel recently. Hopefully you all still care about my writing, and I will post soon! ❤️

Thank you! I really struggle expressing myself and opening up, this blog has allowed me to do it anonymously, which really helps. I’m glad my thoughts can help others figure out how they feel ❤️

If this is what you do to me, and who you are, I think I think I can call it love.

I know it's hard but you can't rely on other people to make you happy. People are inconsistent, find a definite in the world or in yourself and use it to find happiness.