Isn’t it funny when people ask me for my opinion they typically can’t take it? Isn’t it sad that when I get emotionally slutty people flee in fear of my inner intensity? How crazy is it that I could go an hour staring away from you and notice every move you make? Isn’t it baffling that all those who've tried to understand me eventually gave up? And isn’t it ironic that every single one of them, and you, will think of me again; over and over again. INFJ refuge
ONE OF MY FAVORITE INFOGRAPHIC. SPOT ON.
So true! I want to assume that people I trust won't lie to me, which makes me sometimes believe lies I would normally see a mile away
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I am always rather depressed naturally simply because of the state of the world, it's not clinical, it's factual.
caught my breath it was so dead-on
This is what I wish I could tell all of my friends, but I don't know how to say it.