fears and insecurities

anonymous asked:

dear gf :3

Dear Girlfriend, 

…I love you so much. Truly, with my entire heart, and my entire being. So much, that it frightens me sometimes. What I might do, if one day, you decide that you don’t want me anymore, that I might not be right for you anymore. I guess I only really worry about that, because I haven’t been right for a lot of people, lately. It’s nothing to do with you, more my own fears and insecurities. I’ve made a lot of progress in not viewing myself extremely negatively, and I think a lot of that, has to do with you. 

Whenever I worried about something, you were there to calm me down, and to talk me through it. You always made time for me. I didn’t feel so useless, so…in the way, and unnecessary, when I’m with you. You’ve always made me feel like the most important person in the world, and I can only hope I’ve done the same for you. Because you’ve showed me that it is possible, for someone to love me. To know how to do that in a way that makes me feel so special, so happy. So cared, and looked after, and I just. I want to give all of that warmth back to you, as you’ve done for me. 

I love you so much. I can’t imagine a life without you, and whilst I regret the things I’ve lost, I don’t regret a single moment of meeting you, befriending you, falling in love with you. It’s been a hard journey, but a beautiful chapter in my life. I will spend every second of my life, learning the best ways to make you happy, the best ways to make you feel absolutely loved, just as you deserve. Because you deserve better than you’ve had. We both do. 

We deserve to be happy, and I think we’re absolutely perfect at being able to provide that for each other. So let’s start a life together…and see where it leads. I want to walk that path right next to you, my hand in yours, my heart beating in time with yours, one step at a time. If you stumble, trip, or fall, I will be there to help you up. I will be there to carry you, should you need it. But you’re such a strong, powerful, beautiful person; you don’t need me to be strong. But I’m flattered, and so happy, that you think that you do. 

I love you. Three little words, but they, and you - mean the entire world to me. 

oowdamondo asked:

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my opinion on;

oowdamondo

character in general: Mondo is the kind of character that I end up loving almost instantly. His rough and tough exterior but sweet interior is just adorable to me and I honestly love this character. His backstory always gets to me, his fears are real, his insecurity of living as just a shadow of his brother is something I can relate to. I just… I really love him to bits and it’s not just because of ships or whatever. He’s really well developed and I adore him.

how they play them: Peaches has built her muse up very well! He marries the canon version to a T and he’s very rough and tough as expected. That doesn’t mean he is unapproachable though and I’ve often read rps in which he was quite friendly or at least just fun to read or interact with.

the mun: Honestly, I can’t say anything about the mun. We’ve never really talked, though I’m sure they’re a good person. I have seen their art a few times and it’s quite lovely, but I don’t know them very well and I wouldn’t like to say anything here that might be untrue or inaccurate. I’d rather chat with them myself before I make any conclusions

do i;

follow them: Yes, from the very start of their blog I believe.

rp with them: Sadly, no. ;n; They’ve sent me a few asks which I have replied to, but they never really became threads and our muses never really interacted. I wonder if I may have done something wrong or offended them without meaning to…

want to rp with them: I’ve wanted to rp with them quite often, but I feel like my tries to start something haven’t gone over very well.

ship their character with mine: I do ship Ishimondo and Takemondo, but I wouldn’t like to immediately assume any sort of ship with anyone. There is always the possibility for a ship, but I don’t wanna let that be the driving point of our interactions.

what is my;

overall opinion: Very good Mondo, I really hope to rp with them in the future if I can. I suggest you guys follow them and keep in touch with them, I’m certain you’ll find they’re just as great an rper as I promised!

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

My friend @tamarlevine helped start this project in order to create a healthy dialogue about ourselves, contrary to the “perfect” versions that we project in social media. Go to @wearealluncool to see my list of insecurities, fears & confessions, and my nominations for others to do the same. #WEAREALLUNCOOL by tonyhawk http://ift.tt/1FkSbbn

The cycle. A poem.

You love.
You hope.
You motivate.
You inspire.
You encourage.

You are disappointed.
You cry.
You hurt.
You fear.

You are insecure.
You try to forget.
You try to smile.
You fake a smile.
Time passes.
Until,
You truly smile.

You love.
You hope.
You motivate.
You inspire.
You encourage.


You are disappointed.

The truth is you don’t know what is going to happen tomorrow. Life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed. Don’t let fear or insecurity stop you from trying new things. Believe in yourself. Do what you love. And most importantly, be kind to others, even if you don’t like them.

I don’t mean any doubt by posting that question.
Its my own insecurities. Fear of betrayal. 
I’m pretty sure I’ve got a good idea who I’m dealing with :)
You’re beyond words. Gah. Let do this thing. Next step please. 

People tell me I’m a “sex bomb” a “goddess” “empowered” “sexy” and it’s like… Oh well right yea at least I have that right? WRONG. I am tired of trying to get it right. I really am. I’m tired of trying to feel accepted by society. I’m tired. I keep looking up googling whatever all of these ways I can avoid being criticized or judged but there is no way around it. There just isn’t. So what do I do? I don’t know. I really don’t. I want to just accept that there will always be criticism and continue to express and love myself the way I am despite it but I don’t know if I can actually do that. I smoke cigarettes. I eat too much chocolate cake. I obsess over looking good from time to time. I want to get a tattoo in the “right” place. I want to say the most intelligent thing. I want to eat all organic. I want to have my nails painted regularly. You know? But it’s a lot… It’s really a fucking lot and I’m here alone with my head and am I supposed to sit in it or am I supposed to chase it out? I mean really. So many mixed signals from all lover the societal globe, and if you conform to one norm, you will risk rejection from the other. There’s no way around it. So what do we do?

I love the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. I especially love how, no matter how much unlimited power she has, they let you know that Mandy is STILL human and protective of her friends. She has fears and dislikes and insecurities and despite the fact that she’s a demonic, bossy little girl, she still IS a little girl.

My 3 Stresses

Each number will be arranged from how often I think about it

1. Least often stress - The fear of financial insecurity. I feel like its hard for me to hold my money without spending it

2. Middle Stress - The fear of failing in school. My parents put so much into my college, I dont want to waste it for them

3. My worst fear - The nightmare come true. The fear that the one I love doesn’t love me the same. That she would rather be having “fun” with another guy. Sad part is that there’s undeniable proof of what I just said. Thats why its a nightmare come to life

MercyfulGrace Blog Diaries with 'My Faith' - Can Move Mountains by Anthony Everest MercyfulGrace.com

2 Cor 5:7 :: For we live by faith, not by sight.

Had an interesting conversation, today, with an unbeliever. It was surreal. I learned more about, myself, and others and how my faith – is misinterpreted.

Gave me room, to share a point or two, on how they might have misread the signs, as this may be about, their own, fears and insecurities, being projected elsewhere. It was great thou.

Didn’t…

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anonymous asked:

What are some common fears and insecurities that a Scorpio or Moon in Scorpio has?

They’re kinda suspicious of everyone and they’re scared of letting someone get close to them just to have that person betray them, hence why they have walls 500 kilometres high and they only tell personal details about their life on a need-to-know basis. I’ve found that a lot of them also fear the government/authority, not that they really do anything illegal per se but they’re just paranoid that the government is tapping into their phone/computer or the police are gonna plant drugs in their house or something (and given current events, these fears are certainly not unfounded). They’re insecure about a lot of things although they never really let it show. Mostly about their feelings and stuff, like they’re super insecure about how moody and temperamental they can be, even though they can’t help it. They also feel like they’re bad at almost everything they do, even though they’re usually quite good with anything they really focus their energy on.

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Two Months

"It’s been almost two months and during this time I’ve been unconscious of everything I went through during twenty years. I don’t even know how the sunlight looks like anymore.

We started a game. I’m two steps ahead. He doesn’t know how to follow the rules.

Sometimes he comes home pissed and destroy the furnishings. I shrink down and squeeze my eyes. I want it to be over. I feel fear and insecurity. I’m stuck in a snowball that gets bigger everyday. Next day, he tells me he’ll make it right. The next one, he repeats all of his psychotic acts, spouting his own blood on the floor while he cuts his right hand. He likes pain and I like watching it. I don’t understand it, I want to die.

The bed is messy and cold. No one sleeps there. I remain on the floor. The mirrors are broken. Justin has a bruising on his face. I made it. He always smiles when he hurts me.

Our gazes collide and I push him off me. I feel my arms being hold tightly and I feel my body touch the ground. I feel weak until he lays his body over me. The sex starts. We screw every night. I love the way he hurts me.

He’s been having sex with another women. His shirt has a lipstick mark. I ask him what it is. I love him more than those bitches. I throw his shirt on the floor and I get pushed. We start to scream. I get pushed again. I fall down and slap his face. We’re not a couple.

Justin comes home and his wrist is bleeding. I don’t care, sometimes, I laugh. Then I try to runaway again. He asks me if I’m out of my mind. I haven’t seen Taylor. I haven’t seen anyone. I regret the fact that I didn’t run when I had the chance. Maybe I’m losing my mind.

We eat together sitting on the floor. Justin laughs and tells me how he stole the bottle of vodka that we are drinking. I end up laughing even if I don’t want to. He puts his dish aside and run his hands over my exposed legs. I feel my body dilate. I want him now. We’re kissing on the floor. I love the way he touches me.

He brings his friend here. Ryan! He’s a gentleman and he loves his girl. They fight because of a game that is on. I stay up in the bedroom hearing their laughs. Ryan leaves and we watch porn, smoke weed and fight. He pulls my hair tightly and bites my arm. I cut his face and he laughs. He hugs me. He whispers, “No one will ever love you more than me”. We’re not a couple.

I tell him I hate him and he bites his lips. I’m his precious brick. I’m naked over his bed while I’m his muse. He composes and draw me. He tattooed me on his arm. He promise me he will never hurt me again. Lies. We’re trapped up in lies. Next night, we fight one more time. I fall and choke my head on the table. It’s bleeding. He paints the ground with my blood. He writes the word “doll”. He loves me for 10 seconds and hates me for 50.

I want to go home but I smell a flower. There’s a blue hydrangea in his hand. He puts it on my hair, but later it’s crumpled on the floor. I stepped on it and he punched the wall. We don’t match. He’s different. I’m different.

I’m over his body. He looks at me and strips my hair over my face. I’m a submissive. I punch his back using all of my strength. He tells me I’m weak. I cry. Can he see through the tears? I’m not weak.

In the bathroom, I’m crouched and he takes off his red underwear. I love when he uses that color. I don’t know what to do.

I sing. He smiles and holds my back. He says he loves when I sing and give me a studio just to record music. He touches my thigh. I close my eyes. I don’t want his touches. But it’s alright, it will go away. He kisses my open mouth. We fuck in the couch.

I miss my fans. He tells me they don’t really care about me. That they don’t love me like he does. I disagree. I tell him he doesn’t love me and he laughs. I cry. I love him so much. I swallow my tears of rage. I’m sick of crying. Sick of being sick. So I go away. I heard on his new song that it was a bad day.”

Well, I wrote this someday lost in July of 2013! I just felt like sharing it so here I am. Just want to put people inside my mind. Nothing but the truth now. So I feel like it’s the real time to share it. Warrior is a song that I wrote some weeks ago. I hope I can encourage people. OFFICIAL AUDIO: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=UFeJkfB4xKo
✖️I’m sorry it had to be this way ✖️