i always stalk and admire my own social media platforms just to get a glimpse of what an actual dream girl looks like. ♡
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some people might think in a bit narcissistic because i take many selfies and look at myself in the mirror all the time. but that just tells me that some people don't know what narcissism is. i can acknowledge my faults and flaws, i know im not perfect by a long shot, nobody is! what i am is self-obsessed. i like the way i look often times, and so i admire myself. narcissism and self obsession are very different, though they do share some similarities.
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I'm so much better this year than I was last year..not on like a metric of power or ability or anything but yeah those too. Feeling healthier, clearer, more conscious, focused and present. This summer will be so much better than last summer and I can't wait for that heat.
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thinking about how excessive self hatred and thinking everyone hates you and thinks you're annoying is kind of a form of self obsession
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Self
Like a moth drawn to a lamp, I gaze into the mirror.
I love this man. I love the way he gazes back at me.
Guarding my reflection, I could stare at it for hours.
Everything I do is simply another way to put his picture into this world. I paint his face, I speak his words, I analyze his thoughts.
The face in this pool of water is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. It is unique, haunting, and special beyond compare. The anguish on its face is lovely to bear witness to. Its sadness is more magnificent than all the tragedies in the world.
I might do away with all people except those that fit into the most ideal of backgrounds. I might reject all worldly things except the most ideal of them that I can adorn my person with. When I become beautiful, so does he. When I gaze longingly into his eyes, he gazes longingly into mine.
Myself. My self. Me, mine.
I.
He's beautiful.
No one understands me like the man in the mirror does.
No one will witness me at my darkest like the man in the mirror will.
No one knows how I long to escape like the man in the mirror does.
No one will accept me into their home like the man in the mirror will.
No one will allow me to transcend space and time like the man in the mirror will.
No one will call for me in the middle of the might like the man in the mirror will.
I will become him.
Draw me into your realm, you beguiling creature. Allow me to swap places with you, if only for a day.
And when I cry for help, only the man in the mirror will be able to hear me.
Introspection is nothing more than self-obsession. I'll leave flowers behind when I'm gone.
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