Fi: I want to MATTER in this world, I want to be my own inspiration, I need to know that what I've accomplished is in line with my real, authentic self
Ne: okay but what is that inner authentic self, hold on lemme just try to be 32549632 different people at once and work towards as many goals as possible
Si: idk I get kinda scared when I think about all these possibilities, I'd rather just do the same thing I've been doing for the past few years bc it feels comfortable
Te: YOU GUYS ALL SUCK, YOU'RE NOT EVEN DOING ANYTHING. NOW I AM GONNA CLEAN THE SHIT OUT OF THIS ROOM AND FEEL GREAT ABOUT IT
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Time flies without sense when you’ve lost your conscience.
I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map—And there is no road.
Anne sexton
Puppy: ”See, I told you we’d both fit on here comfortably.” 🔊
It is time. Join the Mishapocalypse.
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?
Ernest Hemingway (via thequotejournals)
Lemanjah by Brazilian artist Marcelo Jorge … Lemanjah is the Queen of the Sea
Summary: Betrothed to a man that does not like you in the least, you grit your teeth and take on the duties expected of you as a princess. (Royal AU; Prince!Bucky Barnes).
Word Count: 1,682
Warnings: None.
A/N: Wow! It’s back and improved! I’m re-writing the whole thing because it’s been more than a year since I wrote this fic and my writing has improved haha. Enjoy, guys! It’s different from the previous version, as in wording.
With the sun setting across the horizon and the wind blowing, feeling crisp and refreshing, you took deep breaths, calming down. Being outdoors always did that to you, even if most of your life had been spent in a palace. Had it been any other day, you would have been happy to contemplate the beautiful, vibrant colors that each unique sunset brought, but tonight was different. All you wanted to do was go back to your own palace, lock your door, crawl into your bed, and forget you had responsibilities and a role to play.
Fingers tapping absently on the stone balustrade, your gaze descended and fell on the walled gardens that stretched out behind the palace. There were couples peppered throughout, holding hands, walking close together as if they were sharing the most secretive things and no one else should know. Smiling despite yourself, you could almost taste the bittersweet feeling. It was well-known that you would never be in their shoes. You would never fall deeply for a person of your choosing. That wasn’t your destiny.
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I'm An Introvert That'd Rather Be At Home Than Most Anything Else. INFP. I Like Lots Of Different Things.
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