interestingly enough, I did what I did because I felt insecure when actually I was very much secure. now, my place is not secure at all but I feel more secure than ever about what I truly want.
I’m not. But I wish I was because I think it would solve a lot of problems, like with my identity and self-image. And with my relationships with guys. Mostly though I wouldn’t have to deal with jealousy all the time, and I think that would be relieving.
secure is how I eel when your arms are round me. When I remeber your smile and the sound of your voice. Secure is how I feel when I realise you’re gone and never coming back
“You know, I feel secure when I’m with you,” she admitted to him. He looked at her like she was crazy. “But why?” he asked confused. She smiled and giggled sweetly “Because I love you silly!” she replied before kissing him on the mouth.
Something to secure is what we carry around behind our eyes and under our fingernails. It’s the stuff of childhood, the writing between the lines that blurred with the first tears.
I like feeling secure. I like when I’m with all of my friends, and they are just surrounding me, making me feel safe, and loved.
its funny, a lot of people feel secure areound their family.
I realize now that friends are what keep me sane, and i love that.
I wish they cared about me like i care about them,.
John didn’t feel secure talking Amy about his feelings. She was everything that he wanted in a girl, and yet he couldn’t take that chance. If he had, then his walls would be torn down. His security would no longer exist. What would he do?
“Frank!” I yelled over the beat-up vehicle, “Are you almost done? I’m being eaten alive out here.” It was late and the mosquitoes wouldn’t stop attacking.
He’d been working hard for the last twenty minutes and didn’t appreciate the rebuff. ‘We can leave right now if you don’t care that your precious bike isn’t secure yet.”
Security breached, it flashed. Like you hadn’t heard that a million times. And like this couldn’t have been prevented with all the fucking warning signs. Abusive relationship detected, it flashed again. Like this couldn’t have been stopped. Like it never even happened.
Tessi wanted a job where she could feel secure each day, or at least as secure as one can ever feel in the world. She was sick and tired of her career forcing her to cross marshes, crawl along rickety wood fences to cross streams, trek across mountains, and get eaten alive by all types of bugs imaginable. Was a little security, stability, and peace of mind too much to ask for?
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to control it. I was sick of being alone, of being afraid, of being taunted and outcast. I had to find a way to rid myself of it, at least for a little while. The blood was the only thing that made me feel secure.
I felt something on my hip; a tidal wave secure in its ripple across my life. I looked up and there was your face, smiling at mine as if something there was lost and now found. I looked down and saw your hand burning featherweight tracks of memory into my hip as you said, “Dance with me.”
I don’t feel very secure. It is a fictional idea. You are as secure as a mouse in a trap holding it apart with his bare claws, watching the metal trap descend upon his neck, waiting to hear the crack of his last breathe. Then nothing.
“The area is secure!” I called over the walkie talkie. I hear only static in response. Where is everyone? Maybe I’m not as safe as I thought I would be….
i am secure when i am at home. i feel safe, especially when the alarm is on. a place where i feel especially secure is in my room. this is because it is comfortable and familiar. i love feeling secure and at home. it’s comforting.
The day began as usual, with me waking up in my secure little bubble of a dream life. Then I remembered what had happened the night before, and wanted to dive back into my dreamless slumber.
He wrapped his arms around me, usually all I needed to feel secure, for everything to be okay. But this time I wasn’t secure. This time I wasn’t safe. This time everything wasn’t okay. We were in a different dimension and everything was off.
Unfortunately, I already had the word secure. I already contributed my well though out opinion of the word secure. I feel not so secure knowing that I am limited to one word per day. This. Is insecurity.
i used to feel so secure in this broken home of mine. and then everything was changed forever. there was nothing i could do to fill the huge gap that was left when it happened.
I feel safe and secure when you are around and I love the way you make me feel. I think of blankets. Nothing can hurt me when I’m under a blanket.. not the monsters in the closet, not the monsters in the dark or under my bed. Because it makes me secure.
to feel secure you must have those around you who are happy to be around and then you can truly feel safe and happy. a feeling of security is the best feeling you could have. period.
secure your place in this world
you’re only here limited time
do things, feel things
don’t think, just do
follow your heart
embrace the life
secure your place here in this world
it’s the only place you’ll ever be.
i want to feel secure in my own body, in my own mind, and in my own element. i want my thoughts to feel secure. i never want to second guesss my actions and not feel the security I should… security is confidence :)
My cube is the center of life, the center of reality, and the center of me. It is the heart of my soul and the mother of my being. She cares for me, and feeds me things I need to know. Truths: ultimate ones. Forgive me.
I feel secure when I am sitting in my bed with my blankets wrapped around my head. Security is when you can fully trust someone and not have to worry about them because you know they care enough not to do you wrong. I only feel secure with people i can fully trust.
Secure to me means being held safely in the arms of someone you love. Of looking into their face, and knowing that they won’t do anything purposely to hurt you. It’s looking at the utter trust in a pets face when they look at you, knowing that you won’t do anything to hurt them.
She felt the harness tight against her body and the twist of a foot peg secure against her. The harness released as she fell into thin air on a plunge to the bottom of the canyon.
Secure would be like when you feel safe from things that might harm you. Like when some one is shooting at you, you hide because you want to be secure.
Watch it Jones! that rat trap is connected to a wire which is strung up to a dead man’s switch that just happens to flip the television to the WE network! This place is not very secure.
Secure is knowing who you are despite what others say you are. Secure is feeling in the depth of your soul that you are where you are meant to be at that moment- and you deserve it. Secure your rightful place in the world with confidence.
interestingly enough, I did what I did because I felt insecure when actually I was very much secure. now, my place is not secure at all but I feel more secure than ever about what I truly want.
I’m not. But I wish I was because I think it would solve a lot of problems, like with my identity and self-image. And with my relationships with guys. Mostly though I wouldn’t have to deal with jealousy all the time, and I think that would be relieving.
I wish I felt more secure, about myslef, about him. God feeling secure would be the best thing in the world. Where can I get some security?
secure is how I eel when your arms are round me. When I remeber your smile and the sound of your voice. Secure is how I feel when I realise you’re gone and never coming back
“You know, I feel secure when I’m with you,” she admitted to him. He looked at her like she was crazy. “But why?” he asked confused. She smiled and giggled sweetly “Because I love you silly!” she replied before kissing him on the mouth.
lock down- sameness- new combination- old habits- hard to live in security- for there is always a trade off. i’m rambling again. what?
Something to secure is what we carry around behind our eyes and under our fingernails. It’s the stuff of childhood, the writing between the lines that blurred with the first tears.
I like feeling secure. I like when I’m with all of my friends, and they are just surrounding me, making me feel safe, and loved.
its funny, a lot of people feel secure areound their family.
I realize now that friends are what keep me sane, and i love that.
I wish they cared about me like i care about them,.
the feeling of a child in mom’s arms, the goal of retirement, and the covering for marriage. secure is fleeting for the doubtful.
John didn’t feel secure talking Amy about his feelings. She was everything that he wanted in a girl, and yet he couldn’t take that chance. If he had, then his walls would be torn down. His security would no longer exist. What would he do?
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everywhere
“Frank!” I yelled over the beat-up vehicle, “Are you almost done? I’m being eaten alive out here.” It was late and the mosquitoes wouldn’t stop attacking.
He’d been working hard for the last twenty minutes and didn’t appreciate the rebuff. ‘We can leave right now if you don’t care that your precious bike isn’t secure yet.”
Secure, security, safety, the sense of protection and confidence. Security supports society and the individual to aspire to, and achieve greatness.
Security breached, it flashed. Like you hadn’t heard that a million times. And like this couldn’t have been prevented with all the fucking warning signs. Abusive relationship detected, it flashed again. Like this couldn’t have been stopped. Like it never even happened.
“Ahh the sweet taste of defeat,” he said. I looked over and the captain’s banana peel had turned brown!
What a pretty purple.
A feeling of warmth. To be loved. A lover, a friend and family. A home. A place of refuge.
Tessi wanted a job where she could feel secure each day, or at least as secure as one can ever feel in the world. She was sick and tired of her career forcing her to cross marshes, crawl along rickety wood fences to cross streams, trek across mountains, and get eaten alive by all types of bugs imaginable. Was a little security, stability, and peace of mind too much to ask for?
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to control it. I was sick of being alone, of being afraid, of being taunted and outcast. I had to find a way to rid myself of it, at least for a little while. The blood was the only thing that made me feel secure.
tightly wound and safe
warmly loved and caged
ready to be eaten at any moment
am I secure?
am I free?
there is less of me
less
of
me
I felt something on my hip; a tidal wave secure in its ripple across my life. I looked up and there was your face, smiling at mine as if something there was lost and now found. I looked down and saw your hand burning featherweight tracks of memory into my hip as you said, “Dance with me.”
I don’t feel very secure. It is a fictional idea. You are as secure as a mouse in a trap holding it apart with his bare claws, watching the metal trap descend upon his neck, waiting to hear the crack of his last breathe. Then nothing.
“The area is secure!” I called over the walkie talkie. I hear only static in response. Where is everyone? Maybe I’m not as safe as I thought I would be….
i am secure when i am at home. i feel safe, especially when the alarm is on. a place where i feel especially secure is in my room. this is because it is comfortable and familiar. i love feeling secure and at home. it’s comforting.
The day began as usual, with me waking up in my secure little bubble of a dream life. Then I remembered what had happened the night before, and wanted to dive back into my dreamless slumber.
He wrapped his arms around me, usually all I needed to feel secure, for everything to be okay. But this time I wasn’t secure. This time I wasn’t safe. This time everything wasn’t okay. We were in a different dimension and everything was off.
She’d loved security more than any man she’d ever met. She fell in love with their ability to let her feel it.
Unfortunately, I already had the word secure. I already contributed my well though out opinion of the word secure. I feel not so secure knowing that I am limited to one word per day. This. Is insecurity.
i used to feel so secure in this broken home of mine. and then everything was changed forever. there was nothing i could do to fill the huge gap that was left when it happened.
I feel safe and secure when you are around and I love the way you make me feel. I think of blankets. Nothing can hurt me when I’m under a blanket.. not the monsters in the closet, not the monsters in the dark or under my bed. Because it makes me secure.
to feel secure you must have those around you who are happy to be around and then you can truly feel safe and happy. a feeling of security is the best feeling you could have. period.
secure your place in this world
you’re only here limited time
do things, feel things
don’t think, just do
follow your heart
embrace the life
secure your place here in this world
it’s the only place you’ll ever be.
i want to feel secure in my own body, in my own mind, and in my own element. i want my thoughts to feel secure. i never want to second guesss my actions and not feel the security I should… security is confidence :)
My cube is the center of life, the center of reality, and the center of me. It is the heart of my soul and the mother of my being. She cares for me, and feeds me things I need to know. Truths: ultimate ones. Forgive me.
I feel secure when I am sitting in my bed with my blankets wrapped around my head. Security is when you can fully trust someone and not have to worry about them because you know they care enough not to do you wrong. I only feel secure with people i can fully trust.
Secure to me means being held safely in the arms of someone you love. Of looking into their face, and knowing that they won’t do anything purposely to hurt you. It’s looking at the utter trust in a pets face when they look at you, knowing that you won’t do anything to hurt them.
She felt the harness tight against her body and the twist of a foot peg secure against her. The harness released as she fell into thin air on a plunge to the bottom of the canyon.
Secure would be like when you feel safe from things that might harm you. Like when some one is shooting at you, you hide because you want to be secure.
Watch it Jones! that rat trap is connected to a wire which is strung up to a dead man’s switch that just happens to flip the television to the WE network! This place is not very secure.
Secure is knowing who you are despite what others say you are. Secure is feeling in the depth of your soul that you are where you are meant to be at that moment- and you deserve it. Secure your rightful place in the world with confidence.