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Fast Car by Tracey Chapman x
Fast Car by Tracey Chapman x
The heart of INFJs 💗
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I know there are doubts surrounding the MBTI but it gives me unwonted happiness to share the same personality type with Franz Kafka and Mahmoud Darwish.
As INFJ empaths, we always want to see the light in others. We try to give them the benefit of the doubt when we see discrepancies. We try to love the red flags out of them. But more often than not, we get hurt, because sometimes the light we think we see in others is actually our own light reflecting off of them.
"𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥."
-𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯
“I feel as if I'm made to understand but not to be understood.”
“You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy, because you understand them but they do not understand you.”
“I understand now that I'm not a mess but a deeply feeling person in a messy world. I explain that now, when someone asks me why I cry so often, I say, "For the same reason I laugh so often - because I'm paying attention."”
Best response ever
Extrovert: Why are you so quiet?
Introvert: Wait ... you can SEE me??? 😱
Remember this answer, my dear fellow introverts. 😂
I let go of expectations, “shoulds” and thoughts of what the holidays are “supposed to be” … and other declarations and affirmations to help
🖤 https://www.instagram.com/p/CXMGiYvpyxuVaD-rt_9KIgL4PMlDqfsQpuuUKg0/?utm_medium=tumblr
Mama
Womb scars do not a mother make (but that’s the kind I am) Surrogate veins of bloodlines (not mine, but I did take) …sustain me, they did
This tabula rasa today It is foreign, emptyfull, (familiar) …An anomaly, yet traces of Sameness – of paths others walk (especially sisters – mine – my blood)
Timelines are curious Sometimes long enough for reflection………………………………… Sometimes too short for an introduction - The mother who grieves the unborn babe - The mother who lives while child decays (unbearable, yet they carry it, until they don’t) Sometimes too long and it all gets mangled - The mother who bellows or quietly rages - The mother who exits leaving behind complexity and rumination (for what will never be, But could have been… {Maybe was? Was becoming?})
All this… to preface Two heartbeats, grown inside My deepest shell – I did not know… How To Be (Mother) I knew how not to be Mother ~they taught me well… One from ignorance is bliss (convenient), one from hate (a choice) Both used as fuel in my veins of mama with she who was not mine and the two who chose me
All this… to write Those two heartbeats (overshadowed – but not forgotten, neverno) That crossed a universe to find me Bleed love into these veins sustained by my mother (she kept me) And all those who mothered me (even – and especially – me) Bleed love to erase the pain of centuries of wounds (the scars remain, but the pain is carried… With strength and grace, we work to embody)
We tackle generational trauma every day. Every. Single. Day. We are winning. _________
Thank you, to my mom (mommymothermomma), for creating me and loving me the best you were able… For being the mother I needed, to become the woman I AM (words of a sister echo in my mind)…
…but, evenmoreso… thank you, to my children, for making me a Mama (words I wrote – eons in the making – so long ago now) …for giving me that choice (in your choosing of me), to break cycles and remember who I AM.
(In this moment, I feel them smiling… our ancestors who could not, but now are whole.) https://www.instagram.com/p/COqVWQtN7LMOsy9IZ_xzzqhUxogeyf-pgWlDLA0/?igshid=n2bjgjtc5g18
I love you, Mom. Born 11/22/1957, joined her daughter 3/18/2021. #sometimestherearentenoughrocks
#nationaldayofremembranceformurdervictims #loveneverdies #lovedoesnothurt #justiceforsammy #iloveyoubabysister https://www.instagram.com/p/CFkfxCkgwJEbH-4ti7VEsSGUvahEiI2fK-TuVo0/?igshid=1kyharmgfxumb
🖤 https://www.instagram.com/p/CCO5Sd-ATb5VwhjJVAZbDQXUtssoIDOcDwm5iI0/?igshid=1jb2mghid4jf7
#yep https://www.instagram.com/p/B_YJyfUgLHvITnUu8AGaX7uJqjgMtscluRsE1Q0/?igshid=zggsiuwabhop
😁😁😁 https://www.instagram.com/p/B_Mc9ClgYIh90BIvqmAfc20GiUtbT8B5tdXiBI0/?igshid=11vubeubks34f
A slide from the livestream I am watching right now from Ecosystems Restoration Camps, one of Burner Without Borders partner organizations. https://youtu.be/n_HFzxkADPI https://www.instagram.com/p/B_IlXiEA2Wk8pBPPAUrPlyYfOLPJrz44y3KVtU0/?igshid=auliflkvyxdv