Brooding. Stars. Low key Dark.

feeding on books

[needserotonindealer]

According to Naranjo's teachings, every subtype of the Enneagram has "irrational ideas": these are the unspoken creeds that shape the neurosis of each type. Following/acting on these ideas intensifies your neurosis, making it worse and preventing a type from moving to a healthier place.

All of this is extracted from Naranjo's books on each type.

E1.

From: Psicología de los Eneatipos, Eneatipo 1, Ira.

E2.

From: Orgullo: Caprichosos, histriónicos y conquistadores.

E3.

From: Vanidad: Psicología de los eneatipos.

E4.

From: Envidia (Eneatipo 4): Abnegados, odiadores y melancólicos.

E5.

From: Avaricia: Mezquinos, arrogantes e indiferentes.

E6.

From: Cobardes, desafiantes y fanáticos: Las formas del Miedo.

E7

From: Golosos, tramposos, soñadores y charlatanes: Psicología de los eneatipos.

E8 - not out yet.

E9.

From: Acedia: Psychospiritual laziness.

[bevsi]

the mirror of erised

[estrellagris]

And at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter- they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship- but the loneliness of the soul in it's appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.

- Sylvia Plath

[estrellagris]

"It was not only that I could not become spiteful, I did not know how to become anything; neither spiteful nor kind, neither a rascal nor an honest man, neither a hero nor an insect. Now, I am living out my life in my corner, taunting myself with the spiteful and useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot become anything seriously, and it is only the fool who becomes anything."

- Fyodor Dostoevsky

[estrellagris]

"She is so very afraid. Afraid that she is designed to prefer selfish men. Afraid that all her feminism, friendships, hard work, will, strength and success cannot shield her from the unequal markets of love. Guilty that she is not enlightened enough to reject the need for a pair-bond. Nervous that her quest for love is nothing but a quest to love the structures that oppress her. She feels a desperate need to howl and cry but her tear ducts are blocked by pride and rage. How did I become this person?"

-Sharanya Bhattacharya

[guerrillatech]

[whisperofthewaves]

this leaves out the most crucial tip you'll ever need:

-site:pinterest.*

excludes the entirety of pinterest's evil domainverse from image search

[soratayuya]

Reblogging for the Pinterest addition

[estrellagris]

"There will always be a person who looks like a poem earth wrote to keep you alive"

- Juanzen Dizon

[estrellagris]

"Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined."

[estrellagris]

"There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song - but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in a common destiny."

-Pablo Neruda

[estrellagris]

how do you NOT be a fangirl? how do you not do it?

how do you just love one person

how do you just choose everyone's real person.

you don’t.

the truth is

your heart is stronger than you think it is

and bigger than you think it is

the truth is

loving someone isn’t a period

it’s a semicolon

and the choice you make is what comes

on the other side

maybe it’s a picket fence and a subaru and 2.5 kids

maybe it’s a fantasy world that lives in your computer

maybe it’s a guild

maybe it’s a fandom

maybe it’s the last thing you ever expected

loving someone means whatever you decide it means

that’s the choice

really

-Gena/Finn

[estrellagris]

"When the dust of the centuries settles, what is left of every civilization are not its dogmas and its ideologies, not its reasons for going to war, but its arts — those emblems of our search for meaning, reaching for a reality realer than fact, deeper than doctrine; those records of our reckoning with what the world is and what it can be; those supreme revelations of who and what we are."

[estrellagris]

"I had no right to claim him, I knew it. But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yous, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such constellation was he to me"

-Circe

[estrellagris]

Some things you should know about loving me,

I will take some time to trust you.

My heart is a little black and blue,

From hands that were a little too clumsy to hold it.

I keep myself hidden a bit,

I keep my walls a bit high,

But when they fall,

You won't have to remind me your birthday,

I hold in my heart the freckle counting, the text me when you are home kind of love,

I won't let you have a single doubt in your mind that the love songs struck in my head says anything but your name,

Because the thing about having a heart with walls around it is once you are let inside,

It makes a pretty safe place to stay.

- Whitney Hanson

[estrellagris]

"The self, the place where we live, is a place of illusion"

- Iris Murdoch

[estrellagris]

"So much of the pain of loneliness is to do with concealment, with feeling compelled to hide vulnerability, to tuck ugliness away, to cover up scars as if they are literally repulsive. But why hide? What's so shameful about wanting, about desire, about having failed to achieve satisfaction, about experiencing unhappiness? Why this need to constantly inhabit peak states, or to be comfortably sealed inside a unit of two, turned inward from the world at large?"

[lindagoesmushrooming]

Cecīļi Nature Trail, Latvia

[a-dance-with-the-absurd]

“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”

— Fyodor Dosteovsky, Crime and Punishment (source)