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#Second Guessing
serenityquest · 3 months
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zerochars · 5 days
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are the devine talkin to me or am I in another psychosis
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howifeltabouthim · 1 year
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. . . the incredibly excruciating self doubts I get to the point that I find absolutely every manifestation of my 'self'—from the way I dress to the way I walk, sing, write, etc., profoundly embarrassing to the point that I want to completely withdraw.
Catherine Lacey, from Biography of X
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alexxisokay · 7 months
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A real love is all I ask for
I'll never not second guess someone. 
every time i get comfortable 
and let myself settle down,
the rug gets swept from under my feet
and their gone before i can get back up. 
i know the feeling all too well
yet i continue to let people in,
hoping to find the right person. 
i want a soft love
crisp as the october air 
and as gentle as the warm sun.
and i want it to last, this time. 
please let it last. 
i don’t want to feel like i’m 
not good enough, 
that i’m not built for love 
though i happen to be so full of it, 
but everywhere i turn
leads me to dead ends. 
all im left with is myself and
the pit in my stomach that 
will seemingly never 
go away.  
maybe i am 
unloveable, 
but i’ll never stop 
running from it.  
A real love is all I ask for 
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One minute into the first episode of the fourth season of Sex Education and I can see that Otis is everyone of us who's trying something new sexually and we are second guessing our own body, choice of words and selfies
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ricky-mortis · 8 months
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I frequently wonder if this is how I come across.
Lord, Jesus Christ, Son of God, Have mercy upon me, A Sinner.
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suryavue · 1 year
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Hello Old Friend
Hello butterflies, how I’ve missed you so
Hello fireflies, you make my heartstrings glow
It’s been a while since I felt you
Back when I lived in haiku
My lovely energetic friend
I’m spinning, falling, crashing, to no end
It’s starting, the rumble…
I wasn’t even looking this time but it found me,trouble…
The bow in the legs got me, respectfully
The kept a distance, gentlemanly
The bass sent shivers
The eyes made me a deep diver
Butterfly friend, I’m scared of you this time
Before, you left a hole, so big, a crime
And punishment for enjoying your presence…
I’m left to screen time, nothing but his mere essence
The distance, the distance, the distance
Butterfly friend please stop this dance
A white rose, the sign to keep me going
As yet to appear, now I’m questioning
Can his kind love from afar
Butterfly friend, this time, will you leave a scar?
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purplelupins · 2 years
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My hobbies include typing out posts, comments, replies and messages, then deleting them because they’re stupid or something
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serenityquest · 4 months
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walksamongstrain · 2 years
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Anxiety
Anyone ever make a new friend, and suddenly start second guessing everything you say or type to them? Like they’re a REALLY COOL PERSON.  And I LOVE interacting with them! And I consider them a safe person for me to talk to and - probably weirdly - they’re one of my closest friends... and it’s been only a few days.  But my GOD my mind and anxiety are CRUEL.  I was telling said person that I thought they were a safe person... and didn’t get a reply. Now I KNOW what they were doing. Does my anxiety care? NOPE. Like my mind goes nuts. “Did I say something wrong?” “Was that out of line?” “Am I too weird?” “Did I just blow that friendship?” Like logically, I figure none of these have happened. But my mind? My mind is cruel. It has had me second guessing myself all day. End of rant. Anyone else feel this way?
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howifeltabouthim · 6 months
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Perhaps the only reason Dick had never written back was she'd failed to express her feelings for him forcefully?
Chris Kraus, I Love Dick
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yvespoems · 1 year
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"Sometimes you gotta close a door to open a window" -Jarrod Carmichael As much as I want to go back to open that door, what's the point of opening the same door again, especially if the destination of that door is the same as it was when I left it. -yves
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leatherandheels · 2 years
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Really struggling right now, I’m on a day out at the seaside with my partner and his two kids - his daughters Mum is no issue we get along but his sons mother is a different matter all together. She has asked my partner if he ever wonders “what if” and would he try again (this has been while he’s been me) and has told him she never wants to meet me…….well guess who else is going to be on the same coastline as us today and of course her son wants to meet up with her!!!!! What the fuck do I do
What makes it worse is that when we were planning a day at the coast I suggested somewhere else and he insisted on this place now I’m wondering if he knew she was going to be here so planned it especially as he’s now admitted they always came here as a family
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chi0lea · 2 years
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Do you love her/him?
A simple question answered in a million different ways, some that make your heart ache with the hopes that some day someone could love you just as much. 
Do you love them? What a funny thing to ask someone who shows the world on their sleeve how much they mean to you. You ever look at something when you are so tired and wanting to die, but in that moment you see them smile. You’re heart begins to speed and your soul lets out a sigh? Their happiness brings you the joy that you had so long forgotten. They show you the same back. Yes I love them.
There are different types of love, some are extreme and make you feel like you can over take the world. Not all love is great. Have you ever experienced the love that left you weak and on your knees crying your heart out at 3 am. It’s a battle ground inside your heart. Hearing the echoes of chaos cascading down you’re body, you are frozen. The thought of this love scares you but makes you feel something more. In that instance it’s scary. You’re unsure how you need to respond, unsure of what you need to do, in the end you plaster that fake smile to your face and pretend that you had just silenced a war for one more day. Yes, in a strange sense that is hard to explain I love them.  
Then the love that hurts the most. Do I love them? Oh what a silly question. I would run around the world to make sure that every moment they are happy. Even when it’s not with you, cause the way they look when they are happy is the very fibers of your soul. You want the best for them even if you are falling apart. Yes I love them. 
The many different types of love are hard to explain. Even if they are hard, don’t hold your love back. Maybe that person doesn’t know they are actually loved. 
I love you. Through all your battles you have never been alone.
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bixels · 2 months
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There's no such thing as overpreparing for love.
Happy (late) Rarijack Valentine's.
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