Just Us, Infjs, Completely Done Snufkins.

I am a quiet seeker.

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.

i’ve been at that exact place about 7 months ago.

The Dnieper. Autumn by Yevhenia Ovsiannykova, 1948

“If you’re happy in a dream, does that count?”

— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

embrace the joys of not being included in everything

The feminine urge this, the masculine urge that, what about the the morbid longing for the picturesque at all cost???

imagine being the first ancient person to realize that the ocean and their tears taste the same. imagine realizing that your sorrow and the waves share a taste. i wouldve gone crazy

They should invent a tumblr mutual that lives nearby

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

я обожнюю книги. книжки. книжечки. книжочки. книжечечки.

це єдине, до чого я не байдужа