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@infpcuddlybear
This is the crystal hand of prosperity. Reblog in 300 seconds to have a year of good money management and raises. ⬆💱⬆💲💰💲⬆💱⬆
Saw this on Pinterest and didn’t want to risk it especially now that’s my grandpa’s in the hospital
FREE GEORGE WASHINGTON AND CAPITALISM WILL REWARD YOU
I’m giving it a shot, it appeared in my feed at random, I need some financial help.
Dear Tumblr…
WE ARE FULLY CAPABLE OF FINDING GOOD BLOGS TO FOLLOW WITHOUT THEM SHOVED IN OUR FACE…
Thanks but no thanks! Please get the nonsense off our dash!
Thank you…😈
Ps. Your suggestions suck.😂
Always love hearing from other NC couples/singles.
NC here!
Hell yea
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Letting go gives us freedom and freedom is the only condition for happiness
Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)
“The art of living… is neither careless drifting on the one hand nor fearful clinging to the past on the other. It consists in being sensitive to each moment, in regarding it as utterly new and unique, in having the mind open and wholly receptive.” ― Alan W. Watts
(via purplebuddhaproject)
I have accepted fear as a part of life — specifically the fear of change…. I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says: turn back.
Erica Jong (via purplebuddhaproject)
http://ift.tt/1WkMvdf
What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?
Vincent Van Gogh (via purplebuddhaproject)
The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.
Keith Miller (via purplebuddhaproject)
INFP AS A MATE
LOVE IS: The quest for an affirming, proud and affectionate love match that will stand the test of time.
FALLS IN LOVE: Romantically. INFPs make the health of their relationships central in their lives.
FALLS OUT OF LOVE: May find it difficult to accept the end of a relationship. Are likely to blame themselves for its failure.
INTIMACY: An expression of deep-seated love and affection. May value their mate’s satisfaction above their own.
COMMITMENT: Seeks a lifelong, committed relationship. INFPs feel a tremendous loyalty to their relationship.
MOST SATISFIED WITH: A partner who is committed, supportive, patient and loving.
I got it from cohabmonkey.
How an INFP handles life, after being hurt.
Types of Love as Told by an INFP
(Inspired by the INTJ, because she and I see love fairly differently)
Melancholy: The kind of love that aches deep in your mind, sends frost up your spine, stiffens your fingers and turns your bones to stone, leaving only embers glowing softly in the middle of the night.
Light: The kind of love that fills your lungs and spills from your eyes no matter how hard you try to stop it- whether it shows itself as light or tears is up to fate.
Warm: The kind of love that coils at the bottom of your stomach, love that feels like hearthside winters, love that feels like home.
Paper: The kind of love that’s flimsy and fragile and paper-thin, just waiting to blow away in the wind.
Cloudy: The kind of love that sits quietly in your chest, grey and soft and insubstantial. It lingers there forever.
Nostalgic: The kind of love that makes you want to write poetry, the kind of love that makes you think perhaps there’s beauty in pain, the kind of love that’s too cliché to talk about, so you keep it quiet, but you feel it nonetheless.
Red: The kind of love that sparks fires in your fingertips and sends flames into the sky, the kind of love you sometimes hate, but could never live without.
Quiet: The kind of love that sits on your shoulder and whispers smiles to you when your eyes cloud over, the kind of love you don’t notice, except on bland days when everyone walks with fog in their mind.
Shattering: The kind of love that turns you to glass, leaves tear stained tracks through the blue veins on your wrist, the kind that no one else will ever see.
Vulnerable: The kind of love that makes you bare your heart and leave it on your sleeve for the world to tear apart, but you don’t care because it’s just not something you can keep to yourself.
Unknown: The kind of love that may be more fascination than love at all, the kind of love that hides in deep forests, and in the dark of the night, and in the ocean of their eyes.
Self: Perhaps the hardest kind of love to find, perhaps the truest. Perhaps one day I’ll know how it feels.