There are a lot of MBTI-specific blogs on tumblr (especially introverted and intuitive ones), and don't get me wrong, I really like the INFJ blogs for advice and confessions... but there was no place of expression, no place to simply be INFJ's and embrace what we're all about in all right words and colors and pictures and dreams that our souls could afford. I wanted to change this. This blog is a place for us. A place to be ourselves in a world that we're too introverted / emotional / creative / analytical / skeptical / sensitive / different / (insert here) / for. This is meant to be a nest for INFJ's everywhere, and I want your help making it everything it can be. Make submissions, send feedback, share suggestions, and help me make this as great as I imagine it can be. (And just in case nobody's told you this lately I think you're beautiful and special and wonderful and so very loved just the way you are and don't you ever go thinking that you have to change!)
To my future love,
Hold on my darling, I will be there soon.
I’ve been wishing and waiting and longing for you.
It will all make sense when we stare at the moon,
With your head on my chest, from our own little room.
Z.M., Letter #1 to you, wherever you are (via wnq-writers)
I’ve always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.
You just…you just don’t do anything. You get lost in your head, and you sit around thinking instead of getting on with something, and most of the time you think rubbish. You always seem to miss what’s really happening.
I like people with depth, I like people with emotion, I like people with a strong mind, an interesting mind, a twisted mind, and also someone that can make me smile.
I really want to be taken care of. I’m a really emotional being, it’s ridiculous. And I don’t need someone to take care of ME, I just need someone to be there. I’m so used to taking care of everybody… so they don’t have to take care of me. If I take care of everyone, I can’t and don’t feel that I need to be taken care of. I’m constantly diverting from my feelings. Taking care of others keeps me busy from myself.
I’ve always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.