#i don’t know who i am
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simplyjustagirlsblog · 3 months ago
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ohlistenermine · 9 days ago
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unraveling
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querenciasturniolo · 1 year ago
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MATTHEW ???????????
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I MEAN ARE WE KIDDING
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LET ME LIVE
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AM I MATT GIRL NOW ????
WHAT IS HAPPENING
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lonelypeachx · 2 months ago
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Anyone else having a quarter life crisis ??
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girlyteengirl16 · 1 year ago
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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
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lettersfromscarlett · 6 months ago
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the-colours-system · 1 month ago
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Absolutely NEED to know what kind of apple the appy slices were !! If you know!
Apple
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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
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marshmallow-castle · 6 days ago
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How do you improve and find yourself as a person?
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pink-lemonadefairy · 10 days ago
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i’m not gonna let my lack of hobbies bother me [car screeches] it’s okay that i don’t have concrete dreams or aspirations yet [anvil drops on a piano] so what if i’m mediocre at everything and not naturally talented or good at at least one thing which everyone in the world seems to be [building collapses] it’s totally fine that my passions died out [fire erupts] i’m gonna convince myself i’m not defined by my hobbies or interests because i lost them all and that would mean i’m nobody [explodes and dies]
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urdeadsweetheart · 15 days ago
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I don’t ever wanna eat again It’s my bed let me lie in it
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vrslutz · 2 months ago
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I look different every single day 🙀
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iwannatearyouapart · 1 year ago
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I wanna SLIT your throat and FUCK the wound.
Wanna push my FACE in and feel the SWOON.
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stephy-gold · 1 year ago
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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)
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rachelswords-poetry · 5 months ago
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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.
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cadaverre · 7 months ago
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i hate this i hate this i hate this
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