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Me, an intellectual: the Caucasity.

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Them: white trash.
Me, an intellectual: the Caucasity.
NAWLEJ!
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INTJ/INFJ = me
*has cup of coffee while writing*
Little sister (isfp): Why are you looking up the process of healing for knife wounds?
Me (inxj): good stuff to know.
Her: Oh. Why are you looking up how long stitches take to heal?
Me: Time is much too real to waste - so I need to know precisely how long stitches take to heal… good stuff to know.
Her: Okay.
Her: *horrified look*
Her: Why are you looking up how to kill someone and get away with it???
Me: *looks her in the eye*
Me: *whispers* good stuff to know.
The reason of tumblr was to follow other people’s blogs and the make our own blogs...
but we don’t use it that way...
So I was listening to Fergalicious bc idk I just was and I was getting cold bc my hair was wet. And all I could think was:
F to the R to the E-E-ZING cuz no girl can get cold like me.
Nothing else. I didn't even think about what I was doing.
Spotify: jaz.zasadny has been listening to Frank Sinatra and Galantis
What Spotify should say: jaz.zasadny has been listening to Spotify ads.
"They scoff at me and scorn my opinion for never once having loved; but I scoff at their definition of love."
-J.Z.
"Here stands two girls, both twenty, both beautiful, both completely different. This one stands tall and proud because she was taught to do so by her parents, she smiles and laughs generously. Her life is smooth and her face fair. She is a sparrow - young, happy, and ready to take flight. The other girl stands tall and proud because she was taught to do so by Life. She calms her shaking shoulders in the night when her body quivers and crumbles because she knows that she is not strong enough for anymore pain. She smiles and laughs seldom, but they are gold when seen. Her life is dark and troubled, her sleep is weak; she knows that Life will never be kind to her, and that it will favor another girl, but what she does not know is this: she is like the dawn, glorious and strong. The dawn was once the night, but soon the darkness will fade and she will rise above those who brought the darkness upon her. Her face is fair, but not just fair: her eyes are wise and healed, they are strong and determined; whereas, the other girl, her eyes are weak and shallow. Both are twenty, both are beautiful, but deep down inside they are completely different."
-J.Z.
"The bedding smelled of happy memories. It was once a place to rest my head, but now it is the only place I can turn to for consolation in this time of unwanted solitude."
-J.Z.
INTJ/INFJ = me
*has cup of coffee while writing*
Little sister (isfp): Why are you looking up the process of healing for knife wounds?
Me (inxj): good stuff to know.
Her: Oh. Why are you looking up how long stitches take to heal?
Me: Time is much too real to waste - so I need to know precisely how long stitches take to heal... good stuff to know.
Her: Okay.
Her: *horrified look*
Her: Why are you looking up how to kill someone and get away with it???
Me: *looks her in the eye*
Me: *whispers* good stuff to know.
Life of a writer:
*sits down at computer with coffee and new ideas*
*starts writing about certain character's wounds/death/etc*
*looks up knife stabbing experiences*
*finds gory facts and details*
*sips coffee nonchalantly and undisturbed*
*finds gruesome example of pain, death, and ptsd*
*YESSSSSSS*
DORITO
I feel like a lot of people are like "Oh yah I'm INFJ" just to get attention. Like I'm an INFJ/INTJ and I know for a fact you are not INFJ too
I recently re-took the Meyers-briggs test. I was INFJ before... now I'm INTJ... I've joined the Dark Side...