Words are made for the mind to dwell in deeper, to understand its given definition more than just it already is; 🐻💙
I recently got back into a relationship with writing.
I write actual books.
Who am I kidding, lmao.
I don’t finish any book that I start. I always get some type of writer’s block even though I’m not a good writer at all.
Glass woke up to the deafening silence of her room. She’s left alone once again.
She sighed once she felt her cheeks. It felt sticky. Fortunately, it was just her tears. Glass laughed bitterly, she’s been like this for the past month.
The expectations for both men and women was high since he is one of the men in their tribe and it is a must for the women to bear a child. Though, their expectations for them was really petty. Really? An expectation to the point of having a child? Sure, it must be the number one in a couple's…
This folktale talks about how pretty much everyone is led to believe that when you smile at the mirror, it smiles back at you. Not every time you smile at it, you’re happy. But then again, that’s my opinion and it is entirely a different story.