MBTI INFP - Blog Posts
I know, I just jumping from projects to projects.
Part 1 of 2 of.. I’m not sure what to call it yet.
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The night is long.
The moon is alone
And so am I.
Alone ,ethereal and yet
Fighting in the darkest hours of night.
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🌸That's the power of mine that I often question about. The unrealistic enchantment within myself, I can fall in love with everything.
I know, how effortlessly I can fall in love with almost anything, alive or not. Even when I'm in a prison, as time passes by, I would turn it into a temple.
Does it certainly makes me one of them? When I give rest to the monsters of the world, the weirds, the unusual, the madman,broken and bullied one finds peace within me and I, be a shelter to the loneliest beings treated the worst?
Why do I crave the smell of sadness, broken people? Why theres always a worn out rose for me? Do I deserve this? Or am I suppose to turn the beast into a prince?🌸
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☆☆ It certainly makes me nostalgic,when I know how young I was when I realized it's not easy living here, and I transcended from living to surviving.
It certainly makes me unhappy, the person I see when I look to the mirror. She disappoints me more than people.
It certainly makes me brutal, how it's me, who knows every weakness about myself, yet turns them against me. Instead of delicate consolidations it burns me, with my flaws. ☆☆
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🍁 Acceptance isn't forceful. It's the complete admiration of who you are, and the strong will to posses nothing else other than exactly what you have.
Something that kills artists:
🌸 Some people will demand the best of you since you begin, forgetting the passion and effort and the stage you're at. The misunderstanding, the rigid definition of "perfect" and "talent" that leaves no place for efforts, kill them. 🌸
PS: keep going! Efforts matter.💫
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🌟Sometimes I'm scared of how
I deny the reality and live inside my head, in the most comfortable corner I've created despite the darkness.
How complex and detailed view are there in my mind about everything I see. I'm scared to be different. Scared to fight with almost everything that's against me. One pain of being different is the fear of being lonely. But the urge never stops itself.
Sometimes I'm scared, I see I'm turning into something I shouldn't. And the scariest thing is, no one ever notices how, a complete stranger from inside, is walking around wearing the old, acquinted shell of their very own girl.
🌸 You're not in the track, when you think you clinging with me will make you something more than my acquaintances. Where I don't grow, where I don't flourish, where there is lack of personality and intellect, I leave. I won't hurt you with the truth, I won't shut the door over you without giving you a peek about me and forgetting that you like me in the first place. I love, I pay back, but I'll pursue gestures that will show you instances of where we're not togather and your self respect still remains. I may avoid you, normalize you from something special, and you won't realize where the bondings are going loose. Eventually it will hurt you less, because I'll make you forget me.🌸
You're my star, during my night🌟
But sometimes, you're too bright,
For me. :(
I can't engulf all your charms,
fading my own pale ones. 🌸
Is it just an Fi dom thing to cry about making an argument that you don’t completely agree with?
(Argument being the Great Depression was caused by the individuals and I have to say that the individuals caused their own doom when not all individuals even invested in the stock market bubble and just happened to be caught up in that situation since those who did invest in the stock market lost their savings so they did bank runs then banks ran out of money so those who put their money in the bank lost their life savings then so they stopped spending money which led to economic stagnation and eventually mass unemployment since no one was buying products which led to the Great Depression)
If you couldn’t tell by the explanation above I’m an INFP hi I sob inside because of existing