I feel secure when i am around him because he makes me feel good and safe and i think i will be able to fal i love with him without being scared of being dropped. I can be myself and im able to laugh and be the weirdo that i am without being judged because this is me, and i really feel that security.
lorella dommart
“Secure the safety belt.” “What if it breaks?” “It won’t these guys know what their doing.” “But-” “You’ll be fine, I promise. You will love the feeling, the rush you get when you just jump.” She sighs, “More like free fall.” “It’s time to jump, are you ready?” “As ready as I’ll ever be.” 1 2 3…. Life is full of risks you just have to know when to fall.
Danielle
Security? Sometimes feeling secure is simple. I can be easily satisfied with simple, benign things. I can feel warmth from the sunset or joy watching my son sleep.
Your here and thats all i ever asked you to be, secure in your breath, i watch your chest heave and i know that i am really alive, to feel safe and loved is all i ever wanted to be and now that your here I know you’re all i’ve ever needed.
Loren
it’s where i need to be again, it’s what i long for. i haven’t felt any bit of security since you boarded that plane a year ago. everything is gone and everything is broken. insecurities build up and bury me in a ocean of fear. i need to be where you are
I feel very secure when I am with my husband especially in a storm, he holds me tight as we lay in bed rhe wind howling all around us , the rain pellting down sounding very loud ,as I am secure in his arms in bed we just enjoy each others company/
i want to feel secure. i’ve never truly felt this and i feel like it’s one of the best feelings in the word. to feel safe and know that noting could harm you. it’s a feeling that could help you accomplish other things. maybe rock climbing, or conquering your fears. i want to feel secure.
lleexx
secure is a feeling of safety. i want to be secure. something guaranteed. i sometimes thing security is what i want in a husband. someone who can provide for me and keep me safe. but i often wonder how fun that would be.
katie
secure. safe. held. no worries.
shelter. loved.
trust.
this word is about safety, help and family. Serurity is protective and loving. Secure is comfort and love. Howver, it is dangerous, leading to falso sense of comfort
bob
To be secure means to feel safe, although not necessarily happy or content. To be too secure would cause one to feel trapped or confined, making the safe haven a prison.
Bethany
banks. comfort.
tom
Security in my mind, means I’m financially secure. No more debt. No more student loans. Also, I feel secure when I’m snuggling with a pretty girl. Snuggling is fantasic!
tom
The blanket wrapped around my shoulders felt secure after the terrible ordeal. The body lay in a bloody heap at the bottom of the staircase, the adrenalin still wearing off.
safe and secure were feelings he was sure he had never felt. or at least not that he could remember. but that wasn’t really a surprise. you wouldn’t ever feel safe or secure in what you knew, who you were, or even where you’d been either if you were him.
Without, within, externally, internally: I am equally not secure in all these areas. He lied to me; I keep lying to myself; the world is lying to all of us. This has no home any longer. We are all homeless.
I wish that I felt like this right now. I’m ugly. I don’t feel like he has ever liked anything about me: spiritually, physically, emotionally, mentally. The one thing in marriage I needed is gone. I need to give it to myself, but how? I’d rather be locked in a safe to feel this.
Annie
I’m no longer a victim of fear. The days can pass by without a battle taking over my heart. No longer does my life fall short of any anguish. I live my life knowing that the next day is going to be ok – because I am loved. Everything about me is secure. Denial and hate no longer fill my mind. I am now the woman I was destined to me.
she felt so loved inside his arms, the hammock around them like a cocoon. How she longed for this to last, her haven within this world. The sighs from both let her know it was past, and they left their palace for their tortured lives.
She sighed and leaned against his back, pulling his hand to her shoulder. “Don’t move,” she said.
Though he lifted an eyebrow at her unusual behavior, he merely returned to his newspaper. “Feel better?”
“Secure, at least.”
home, safe, happy. protected, mother, father, animals, siblings, family! the earth, a house is a palace, home is where the heart is. loving place, sanctuary, haven, where the wild things are
Deirdre
In his arms, she couldn’t be harmed. She felt as safe as a diamond, hidden away behind the thick cold door of a bank vault. But her shelter was much warmer, with the beating heart of someone she loved.
We thought we were secure. We thought we were safe. That was two days ago, before the tremors started. It wasn’t an earthquake; we didn’t live anywhere near a fault line, yet buildings had crumbled and many people had lost their lives. Still, we tried to stay strong, and we tried to help everyone we could. Then the fog came, and any and all sense of security we may have held on to were shattered as the screaming started.
Today after church I had to set the alarms. I set them and then started walking to the car, but then they started going off. I accidently left my dad in the building and he tripped the sensors. That really happened today, and I hope it doesn’t happen again, because I was really freaking out.
I don’t feel very secure in my house. Or with myself. I try not to let my thoughts echo off these empty walls and ruin me. That’s why I like to sit outside and just listen.
locked up tight in a safe safe safe place. like nothing is tilting, no sinking ships here, not for miles.
amanda rose
feeling safe around people like zakki and christian and zach and my friends. i love my friends. security…. smooth criminal. smooth peanut butter. i feel secure on the internet because i can have false personas.
haley
In my room I am alone, and although the common misconception would be that if you are by yourself, nothing can harm you – I am essentially trapped within four walls of ego and self depreciation. Security has no place here.
Morna Fraser
its what isnt real. its a myth and a lie, worse than the lock ness monster. rawr.
secure security system that is a myth
emi
I am not secure. I watch others, and I simply always wonder what they think about me. That’s why i feel the need to let go of my hair. I do not want to be defined by sucha thing as my appearance, so I will shave my head for the for the first time tomorrow.
Trent
I rarely feel secure. I always feel unsure. I always feel unsteady, never ready. Not much gives me security. There’s only one thing. God’s presence. With Him, I am secure. Other than that, there’s nothing else that can reassure me, that can keep me safe and secure.
I feel secure when i am around him because he makes me feel good and safe and i think i will be able to fal i love with him without being scared of being dropped. I can be myself and im able to laugh and be the weirdo that i am without being judged because this is me, and i really feel that security.
“Secure the safety belt.” “What if it breaks?” “It won’t these guys know what their doing.” “But-” “You’ll be fine, I promise. You will love the feeling, the rush you get when you just jump.” She sighs, “More like free fall.” “It’s time to jump, are you ready?” “As ready as I’ll ever be.” 1 2 3…. Life is full of risks you just have to know when to fall.
Security? Sometimes feeling secure is simple. I can be easily satisfied with simple, benign things. I can feel warmth from the sunset or joy watching my son sleep.
Nothing is really secure. Security just makes it tougher to accomplish something painful or unpleasing.
safe nice loved cured comfortable willing knowledgeable
Your here and thats all i ever asked you to be, secure in your breath, i watch your chest heave and i know that i am really alive, to feel safe and loved is all i ever wanted to be and now that your here I know you’re all i’ve ever needed.
it’s where i need to be again, it’s what i long for. i haven’t felt any bit of security since you boarded that plane a year ago. everything is gone and everything is broken. insecurities build up and bury me in a ocean of fear. i need to be where you are
I feel very secure when I am with my husband especially in a storm, he holds me tight as we lay in bed rhe wind howling all around us , the rain pellting down sounding very loud ,as I am secure in his arms in bed we just enjoy each others company/
i want to feel secure. i’ve never truly felt this and i feel like it’s one of the best feelings in the word. to feel safe and know that noting could harm you. it’s a feeling that could help you accomplish other things. maybe rock climbing, or conquering your fears. i want to feel secure.
secure is a feeling of safety. i want to be secure. something guaranteed. i sometimes thing security is what i want in a husband. someone who can provide for me and keep me safe. but i often wonder how fun that would be.
secure. safe. held. no worries.
shelter. loved.
trust.
this word is about safety, help and family. Serurity is protective and loving. Secure is comfort and love. Howver, it is dangerous, leading to falso sense of comfort
To be secure means to feel safe, although not necessarily happy or content. To be too secure would cause one to feel trapped or confined, making the safe haven a prison.
banks. comfort.
Security in my mind, means I’m financially secure. No more debt. No more student loans. Also, I feel secure when I’m snuggling with a pretty girl. Snuggling is fantasic!
The blanket wrapped around my shoulders felt secure after the terrible ordeal. The body lay in a bloody heap at the bottom of the staircase, the adrenalin still wearing off.
I’m secure in your arms.
safe and secure were feelings he was sure he had never felt. or at least not that he could remember. but that wasn’t really a surprise. you wouldn’t ever feel safe or secure in what you knew, who you were, or even where you’d been either if you were him.
arms. BLANKET. friends family. money. seatbelts. hands.
Without, within, externally, internally: I am equally not secure in all these areas. He lied to me; I keep lying to myself; the world is lying to all of us. This has no home any longer. We are all homeless.
I wish that I felt like this right now. I’m ugly. I don’t feel like he has ever liked anything about me: spiritually, physically, emotionally, mentally. The one thing in marriage I needed is gone. I need to give it to myself, but how? I’d rather be locked in a safe to feel this.
I’m no longer a victim of fear. The days can pass by without a battle taking over my heart. No longer does my life fall short of any anguish. I live my life knowing that the next day is going to be ok – because I am loved. Everything about me is secure. Denial and hate no longer fill my mind. I am now the woman I was destined to me.
she felt so loved inside his arms, the hammock around them like a cocoon. How she longed for this to last, her haven within this world. The sighs from both let her know it was past, and they left their palace for their tortured lives.
She sighed and leaned against his back, pulling his hand to her shoulder. “Don’t move,” she said.
Though he lifted an eyebrow at her unusual behavior, he merely returned to his newspaper. “Feel better?”
“Secure, at least.”
home, safe, happy. protected, mother, father, animals, siblings, family! the earth, a house is a palace, home is where the heart is. loving place, sanctuary, haven, where the wild things are
In his arms, she couldn’t be harmed. She felt as safe as a diamond, hidden away behind the thick cold door of a bank vault. But her shelter was much warmer, with the beating heart of someone she loved.
We thought we were secure. We thought we were safe. That was two days ago, before the tremors started. It wasn’t an earthquake; we didn’t live anywhere near a fault line, yet buildings had crumbled and many people had lost their lives. Still, we tried to stay strong, and we tried to help everyone we could. Then the fog came, and any and all sense of security we may have held on to were shattered as the screaming started.
I don’t feel secure in my house anymore. The walls are crumbling, water permanently dripping onto linoleum, and ants scattering as I walk through.
Those are only physical securities, though. It gets worse at night, when my father comes home. He, after all, is the most insecure.
It’s not the same kind of secure as when your mother tucks you in. It’s the secure of a mental institution, of a penitentiary, of a straightjacket.
Today after church I had to set the alarms. I set them and then started walking to the car, but then they started going off. I accidently left my dad in the building and he tripped the sensors. That really happened today, and I hope it doesn’t happen again, because I was really freaking out.
Home is the one place that should be secure. One can hide with their family and feel self. That’s not the case with some unforunate people.
butt
p.s. also, butt
She always felt so secure, just wrapped in his arms. It was the only place she felt safe, and where she always wished to be.
I was her… Once upon a dream.
I don’t feel very secure in my house. Or with myself. I try not to let my thoughts echo off these empty walls and ruin me. That’s why I like to sit outside and just listen.
locked up tight in a safe safe safe place. like nothing is tilting, no sinking ships here, not for miles.
feeling safe around people like zakki and christian and zach and my friends. i love my friends. security…. smooth criminal. smooth peanut butter. i feel secure on the internet because i can have false personas.
In my room I am alone, and although the common misconception would be that if you are by yourself, nothing can harm you – I am essentially trapped within four walls of ego and self depreciation. Security has no place here.
its what isnt real. its a myth and a lie, worse than the lock ness monster. rawr.
secure security system that is a myth
I am not secure. I watch others, and I simply always wonder what they think about me. That’s why i feel the need to let go of my hair. I do not want to be defined by sucha thing as my appearance, so I will shave my head for the for the first time tomorrow.
I rarely feel secure. I always feel unsure. I always feel unsteady, never ready. Not much gives me security. There’s only one thing. God’s presence. With Him, I am secure. Other than that, there’s nothing else that can reassure me, that can keep me safe and secure.