How I see myself. I build my own identity. i do not allow others to identify who I am. I am me and I portray myself as I want to be seen and known. Identity is my way of show
Nadia
Identity is when they think they know who you are, not who you want to be. The people that you and I see, we never see the truth, the undertow. Just what we scrap and scratch off the surface. A bitter bliss, and this is it, identity.
Jane
I left my identity in the back of a taxi somewhere along michigan avenue.
Lexi
we can only tell if you are you through a relative process
HCK
I lost my identity suddenly one autumnal evening. I was walking along the matted pavement, kicking through piles of golden and brown leaves, when I saw a question posted on the side of a number 10 bus. “Are you truly happy?”
LuLu
My identity is fragile, I rally don’t know who I am. Or do I? Can I identify myself in the mirror? who stands in front of me? Can I be loved? Am I worthy of it? I am boring myself.
m
she stepped out of the lift.
After she crossed the foyer and passed through the revolving doors she would no longer be the same person.
Her identity had been erased.
Awaiting was a new life, new opportunities, new existance..
jade
she stepped out of the lift.
After she crossed the foyer and passed through the revolving doors she would no longer be the same person.
Her identity had been erased.
Awaiting was a new life, new opportunities, new existance..
jade
me myself and I. I Am you are we are what we eat no today I am a free woman and am glad to be alive identitity is mine my own self, yourself, just for all time happy to be me. and how about you?Your identity?, hers, theirs,it is Now, not later….
Sharon
one person, unique and, even if part of a crowd, aime for a target or rolling in the waves. the difference between anyone and everyone else.
Tom mancuk
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Anonymous
an identity is the inscription of the human soul that lacks any form or tangible definition, it is because it is, nothing else, it exists because you are you, because what you do is what you choose and who you are is defined by your actions.
sean oconnor
“After all, at this point, no one knows your identity, you’re just a girl,” Nathaniel shrugged. “Mind you, a girl with bright orange hair.”
“Shut up,” Andy muttered. “So what do we do?”
“We go to dinner,” Nathaniel shrugged.
“Oh, gee, that sounds like a fantastic idea,” Andy rolled her eyes. “Hey, maybe later we can go to the mall. Maybe even a movie.”
“Not a bad plan,” Nathaniel smiled slightly at her.
Akiko
The identity of a Phillies fan can be just as complex as what the outsiders think is simple. Not all fans are rude, obnoxious, and hoping for the injuries of their opponents. In fact, many understand and respect the game of baseball. Although this may seem as the minority, the identity is complex and can not be explained in sixty seconds.
AW Go Phils!
Identity is how people view you. I want to hide mine. Tuck it away inside the folds of my pocket and never look at it again. I want to keep it from the light of day so that no one else ever has to see it. It is me at my most exposed, my most vulnerable. It is a scary, scary thing. My identity speaks. It speaks, and it says “Hide me.”
Aly
my identity is everything. If you lose it, you are nothing but a drone in the nothingness around you, in fact, you aren’t even a you. You’re just nonexistent. You’ve been wiped from the face of the earth, and that’s where I am.
Hope
The face in the mirror stared back at me, hideous. I blinked. It mimicked me. Reaching up to touch my cheek, I watched in horror as the creature did the same.
“Who-“
Its lips followed mine. My fingers made contact with rough, raw, red skin, melted by the disastrous fire.
Rachael A.
it’s your own. no one takes it from you. the only thing that identifies you is your soul. everything else is unoriginal. your soul is the only thing people can use to tell you a part from others. it’s the only true variable in life.
marrissa.
Me, myself and more then likly bits of everyone else. It’s what I say I do, I wear. It is something you can’t steal although you may get my bank details. It is everything around me. Just embrace it.
Dani
What’s your…?
…is that?
That… over there?
With the…?
Yes, that’s….
franabelle
Identity is how one defines oneself. The only problem with this is that it is impossible for one to truly know who one is, for the individual identity of each individual person is an ever evolving, ever changing thing, undefinable and impossible to tie down.
Dan
I always knew I wasn’t like the other little girls. i never dreamed of prince charming, I pdrefered instead to catch frogs or fireflies or climb trees. When I first met Jenny, I could have sworn she was a straight girl and I was NOt doing That again.
mayappleridge@gmail.com
My ID. This was my identity on a piece of paper. But was it? Is it? I’m more than my name, rank, and serial number. I’m Jennifer Smith, Commander, 1293, but I’m also so much more.
a_leaves
name, who you are. it can be stolen but never taken away. bourne identity movie. matt damon. hott. identity soul. i
jessica
Her face is so lost in the crowd.
I know that if I was taller
I could find her.
I could identify her hair,
her eyes, and the way she stands.
But I can’t and I am lost.
Cherie
self.
Anonymous
me. you. card. theft everything
information freedom ID finances
tanya
jorge
jorge
me. you. card. theft everything
information freedom ID finances
tanya
identity is simply a matter of my density/ as far as destiny my perpencity is evidently mentioning other dimensions
nope
your identity is something you cannot lose.
even as time passes, even if faces around you change,
even if you make mistakes you shouldn’t have made,
you are who you are.
regardless of what you do, or where you go.
you are still you, and that is all that matters.
Sara de Souza
It’s who you are. If you change it, you change your identity and you will never be the same again. Keep who you are, not what other people tell you to be. Then you will be part of their identity and not yourself. Don’t change who you are. That is sacred.
Kelly Ann
identity is who you are. it takes years to find your. mine is that of a superhero. i love that it changes and becomes better over time. not sure who likes my identity, but i love it. i wonder if i have a secret one.
Anonymous
I don’t know my identity anymore. I use to be the life of the party, happy, easy going. Lately I am this dark, deep ball of gloom and sorrow, looking for the person I use to be. I don’t want to be related to those around me or fall into their trap. I am stronger. I don’t know how to find my identity but to get help from professionals. Although it is a long journey, I know I will find myself someday.
melz
Who am I? A jock, a music junkie, a nerd? I’m not really sure. I love to play football, but I think I’d rather be in the band. Of course, none of this matter because the minute I sign up for either one my grades suffer horribly.
melissa
it is who I am it is what I do it is how I treat others it is how I am remembered it is the way I work it is how I am it is how I react it is everything about me it is what people can steal and run up credit cards on it is why I am me it is what people call me it is forever it is a photograph it is a moment in time it is why I am me
jenn
i am who i am, nothing more nothing less. i am the sky and the earth, a billion atoms all connected, lost and found again in the intricacies of the universe. i am myself. i am subordinate, i am beautiful, i am omnipotent. this mark, this thing that defines me, is not singular. we think it is. it is multifaceted and i am blessed to be me.
Sarah
identity ego id
msdedi
so i got my identity stolen. they took my credit cards and went on a giant shopping spree. they only bought essential things like shampoo and food, my girlfriend shuld tell me when she takes my wallet.
Ben R
oh
identity is the name of the sore thats very invetive
youre nobody without it
so little ytime to leave an identity of you own
hate this part right here
How I see myself. I build my own identity. i do not allow others to identify who I am. I am me and I portray myself as I want to be seen and known. Identity is my way of show
Identity is when they think they know who you are, not who you want to be. The people that you and I see, we never see the truth, the undertow. Just what we scrap and scratch off the surface. A bitter bliss, and this is it, identity.
I left my identity in the back of a taxi somewhere along michigan avenue.
we can only tell if you are you through a relative process
I lost my identity suddenly one autumnal evening. I was walking along the matted pavement, kicking through piles of golden and brown leaves, when I saw a question posted on the side of a number 10 bus. “Are you truly happy?”
My identity is fragile, I rally don’t know who I am. Or do I? Can I identify myself in the mirror? who stands in front of me? Can I be loved? Am I worthy of it? I am boring myself.
she stepped out of the lift.
After she crossed the foyer and passed through the revolving doors she would no longer be the same person.
Her identity had been erased.
Awaiting was a new life, new opportunities, new existance..
she stepped out of the lift.
After she crossed the foyer and passed through the revolving doors she would no longer be the same person.
Her identity had been erased.
Awaiting was a new life, new opportunities, new existance..
me myself and I. I Am you are we are what we eat no today I am a free woman and am glad to be alive identitity is mine my own self, yourself, just for all time happy to be me. and how about you?Your identity?, hers, theirs,it is Now, not later….
one person, unique and, even if part of a crowd, aime for a target or rolling in the waves. the difference between anyone and everyone else.
required
an identity is the inscription of the human soul that lacks any form or tangible definition, it is because it is, nothing else, it exists because you are you, because what you do is what you choose and who you are is defined by your actions.
“After all, at this point, no one knows your identity, you’re just a girl,” Nathaniel shrugged. “Mind you, a girl with bright orange hair.”
“Shut up,” Andy muttered. “So what do we do?”
“We go to dinner,” Nathaniel shrugged.
“Oh, gee, that sounds like a fantastic idea,” Andy rolled her eyes. “Hey, maybe later we can go to the mall. Maybe even a movie.”
“Not a bad plan,” Nathaniel smiled slightly at her.
The identity of a Phillies fan can be just as complex as what the outsiders think is simple. Not all fans are rude, obnoxious, and hoping for the injuries of their opponents. In fact, many understand and respect the game of baseball. Although this may seem as the minority, the identity is complex and can not be explained in sixty seconds.
Identity is how people view you. I want to hide mine. Tuck it away inside the folds of my pocket and never look at it again. I want to keep it from the light of day so that no one else ever has to see it. It is me at my most exposed, my most vulnerable. It is a scary, scary thing. My identity speaks. It speaks, and it says “Hide me.”
my identity is everything. If you lose it, you are nothing but a drone in the nothingness around you, in fact, you aren’t even a you. You’re just nonexistent. You’ve been wiped from the face of the earth, and that’s where I am.
The face in the mirror stared back at me, hideous. I blinked. It mimicked me. Reaching up to touch my cheek, I watched in horror as the creature did the same.
“Who-“
Its lips followed mine. My fingers made contact with rough, raw, red skin, melted by the disastrous fire.
it’s your own. no one takes it from you. the only thing that identifies you is your soul. everything else is unoriginal. your soul is the only thing people can use to tell you a part from others. it’s the only true variable in life.
Me, myself and more then likly bits of everyone else. It’s what I say I do, I wear. It is something you can’t steal although you may get my bank details. It is everything around me. Just embrace it.
What’s your…?
…is that?
That… over there?
With the…?
Yes, that’s….
Identity is how one defines oneself. The only problem with this is that it is impossible for one to truly know who one is, for the individual identity of each individual person is an ever evolving, ever changing thing, undefinable and impossible to tie down.
I always knew I wasn’t like the other little girls. i never dreamed of prince charming, I pdrefered instead to catch frogs or fireflies or climb trees. When I first met Jenny, I could have sworn she was a straight girl and I was NOt doing That again.
My ID. This was my identity on a piece of paper. But was it? Is it? I’m more than my name, rank, and serial number. I’m Jennifer Smith, Commander, 1293, but I’m also so much more.
name, who you are. it can be stolen but never taken away. bourne identity movie. matt damon. hott. identity soul. i
Her face is so lost in the crowd.
I know that if I was taller
I could find her.
I could identify her hair,
her eyes, and the way she stands.
But I can’t and I am lost.
self.
me. you. card. theft everything
information freedom ID finances
jorge
me. you. card. theft everything
information freedom ID finances
identity is simply a matter of my density/ as far as destiny my perpencity is evidently mentioning other dimensions
your identity is something you cannot lose.
even as time passes, even if faces around you change,
even if you make mistakes you shouldn’t have made,
you are who you are.
regardless of what you do, or where you go.
you are still you, and that is all that matters.
It’s who you are. If you change it, you change your identity and you will never be the same again. Keep who you are, not what other people tell you to be. Then you will be part of their identity and not yourself. Don’t change who you are. That is sacred.
identity is who you are. it takes years to find your. mine is that of a superhero. i love that it changes and becomes better over time. not sure who likes my identity, but i love it. i wonder if i have a secret one.
I don’t know my identity anymore. I use to be the life of the party, happy, easy going. Lately I am this dark, deep ball of gloom and sorrow, looking for the person I use to be. I don’t want to be related to those around me or fall into their trap. I am stronger. I don’t know how to find my identity but to get help from professionals. Although it is a long journey, I know I will find myself someday.
Who am I? A jock, a music junkie, a nerd? I’m not really sure. I love to play football, but I think I’d rather be in the band. Of course, none of this matter because the minute I sign up for either one my grades suffer horribly.
it is who I am it is what I do it is how I treat others it is how I am remembered it is the way I work it is how I am it is how I react it is everything about me it is what people can steal and run up credit cards on it is why I am me it is what people call me it is forever it is a photograph it is a moment in time it is why I am me
i am who i am, nothing more nothing less. i am the sky and the earth, a billion atoms all connected, lost and found again in the intricacies of the universe. i am myself. i am subordinate, i am beautiful, i am omnipotent. this mark, this thing that defines me, is not singular. we think it is. it is multifaceted and i am blessed to be me.
identity ego id
so i got my identity stolen. they took my credit cards and went on a giant shopping spree. they only bought essential things like shampoo and food, my girlfriend shuld tell me when she takes my wallet.
oh
identity is the name of the sore thats very invetive
youre nobody without it
so little ytime to leave an identity of you own
hate this part right here