perfectly formulated:
ah november. the thursday of months,
*actively searching for those who belong to the race that knows Joseph*
adorable.
misty weather. x
They should invent a tumblr mutual that lives nearby
embrace the joys of not being included in everything
just us, infjs, completely done Snufkins.
I am perpetually stuck between the desire to connect deeply with those I love and the desire to live in utter solitude. I fear equally, being disconnected from myself as much as I fear being disconnected from others.
The more time I spend alone, I feel the tug from two directions: the need to step outside my isolation and encounter the world outside of myself…and the desire to protect the world within from the unsolicited disturbances from the world without.
i think i love it here. ).
Warm September morning
Network (1976) dir. by Sidney Lumet
i want to be mysterious but like in a cute way. i want people to know i’m kind and gentle, but at the same time i want to wear a long black coat and want people to look at me and whisper to each other “nobody knows anything about this woman. she lives alone and doesn’t talk much. stay away from her” but then mothers would bring their sick children to me so i could heal them with my mysterious cryptic healing powers because i am the witch of the town.
you are supposed to be your own safe space. you are supposed to find solace in your time alone. it shouldn’t be violent. handle yourself with care
“let me take you down, ‘cause i’m going to strawberry fields, nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about, strawberry fields forever”. infj 5w4, deep inside my thoughts but high above the rough world. reader.
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