#i don’t know who i am

[simplyjustagirlsblog]

[querenciasturniolo]

MATTHEW ???????????

I MEAN ARE WE KIDDING

LET ME LIVE

AM I MATT GIRL NOW ????

WHAT IS HAPPENING

[lonelyxsoulx]

Anyone else having a quarter life crisis ??

[thechaotichorselord]

[girlyteengirl16]

i don’t know who i am and i don’t think ill ever know and that is the scariest fact i will have to live with until i know otherwise

[one-day-i-will-figure-it-out]

Genuine question: any of you ever feel like you’re not one person but kinda a bunch of people that keep switching constantly? I don’t mean it in a “multiple personality disorder” kind of way and not in a “I’m different with friends and different when I’m with strangers” kind of way. I mean it as in: I love quiet places and being alone and reading books and the aesthetic of the rain and the forest AND I love being social and the vibes of a karaoke and a dance party and singing along in a group and climbing on tables to dance there AND I love the aesthetic of an elegant scholar and the idea of studying various subjects and being educated and mature AND I love the idea of goofing around and I want to go to a paintball and have a water pistol battle and I want to do silly things and experiments that just can not end well like putting things into a microwave AND I want to be all sarcastic and kinda like an outcast and insult people and wear black AND I want to be girly and wear dresses and pink and glitter and be bubbly and friendly and lovely and nice to people and always have cookies so I could offer them to others and be the sunshine kind of a person AND…

Like, some of the wants are contradictory so it doesn’t make sense to be all these people at once and in one moment I’m one of them and in the next I’m another but at the same time it’s all me?

I really hope this post will find others who feel like this too and can share their wisdom with me cause I have no idea what “be myself” even means rn

[vrslutz]

I look different every single day 🙀

[lettersfromscarlett]

[urdeadsweetheart]

Everyday there is an internal fight between being Bettie Page cheetah print alt baddie and being pink Lana Del Rey coquette 50s hair baddie

[stephy-gold]

I don’t know if I’m a lesbian but if one day Gillian Anderson ask if I am I would say yes only for her (and maybe other middle aged actresses but that’s not the point here)

[iwannatearyouapart]

This isn't REAL.

This isn't REAL.

This isn't REAL.

[rachelswords-poetry]

Pinpoint

I worry i am no one

I can’t seem to pinpoint who i am

I ask my friends

They say they love who i am

But i can’t fathom who they’re referring to

I am most often wearing a mask

It’s reflective

Do they only love me when i wear a mirror?

I keep it strapped to my face

to hide my forever tear stained cheeks

I keep it close to my heart

so the glass cuts anyone getting too close

Why is this cage a comfort?

It’s not.

I’ve spent too long wearing my mirror

They’re mirror

It’s morphed into me

Who am i?

I can’t seem to pinpoint who i am

I worry i am no one.

[cadaverre]

i hate this i hate this i hate this

[femboy-god]

having a full identity crisis over here don’t mind me

[traumatizedjaguar]

Who am I?

[wagingmywarsbehindmyface]

Your comfort character at the moment? (From any piece of media)

it may sounds harsh to say it but probably tommy shelby when it comes to fictional (& jonah hauer-king aaaand jakub gierszał and imagine dragons 🥲)