#introverted thoughts

[theereina]

i'm naturally a loner. even towards my own family. i don't care to be in someone's face. i'm clingy when i love someone, but the distance i can give a person is unreal.

[iwillclimb]

My airway clears for a moment

And everyone leans forward in their seats 

What will she say? They ask. 

What will she sound like? They wonder. 

Sweet like honey

Hoarse like sand

Loud

Or soft

Or melodic?

The clock ticks and they lean even more

One even topples right out of his seat

Hurry! They cry. 

Say something! They growl. 

Too long—

I’ve waited too long

They are no longer curious 

Only impatient

SPEAK. SPEAK. SPEAK. 

Eyes

So many eyes

And suddenly my throat constricts again

I waited to long 

They turn away again

Disgusted with themselves 

That they once again fell for the siren song of an introvert 

And I

The siren

Am the one drowning. 

[pricilla-omnia-et-nihil]

It wasn't a enimies situation,

It was an understanding of a misunderstanding.

~Pricilla ♡

[trustonlystars]

Sometimes all it takes, is one heartbeat, one song, one word in a season to fall apart. And even if I try to gather all that I am in a circle, this season won't let me sit still. It'll take me places, hand me the beauty and tuck in flowers to the folds. This season has its own way of reminding that loneliness and solitude are closely knitted feelings. And I breakdown, when someone tells me they get me, when they know what I actually feel, when they sit across me and tell me that they see the tears I try so hard to hide. I have always been the mysterious one, it's heartbreaking now to see someone see me. The cold sheets over my heart are really soft to uncover and I melt down when someone knows how to uncover it. I still leave my umbrella home, for when it rains, I can take shelter at odd city corners taking pauses that life wants me to. There is nowhere I need to get in rush, so I walk back home when the rain drops feel softer on my skin. Sometimes all it takes, is one heartbeat, one song, one word in a season to fall apart. Sometimes all you need is a season to grow inward, and a season to grow apart.

- trustonlystars | Jannie F

[intpfemale]

INTP - Daddy issues

I have *trash* in the name of a father. I hope my kids don't have to go through this, I hope I end up with a good man someday. ✨

It was Valentine's Day yesterday, and everyone was celebrating love with their special someone/ partner. But all I kept wondering was Will I ever find the right one? Will I be able to make a good choice? Will luck stay by my side?

Well coz my mother made a really bad decision, gave up everything for a man who's as good as trash but someone she still wouldn't leave at any cost. Pretty toxic! XD Kinda scares me if I end up excepting the toxicity in my life and ruin my own and my future kids life in the process.

Pretty scary shit!!!!!

~ SAY ( @intpfemale )

[sargasmicgoddess]

The struggles of a restlessly creative introvert...

Sometimes it seems that I have an ever wandering mind that constantly needs quiet alone time to express/process all of it. When I DO get that alone time (halle-fucking-lujah!), it usually comes out as unbridled creativity or playfulness. It maybe hard to understand if you are not an introvert, but it's amazing how I am energized by having the space to hear and mull over my own thoughts.

This weekend has been filled with constant chatter 👀 and it's killing me. I sometimes hate that I get so annoyed when I am constantly interrupted by the noise of others, but I can't help it. It is absolutely exhausting when I can't hear myself.

What some people may not understand about my photos is that sometimes it completes my need for quiet creativity and exploration. It is time just for me and to transfer whatever mess of ramblings, sexual energy, playfulness, impulsive thoughts constantly rolling around in my head into something concrete and tangible. I've mused about this process quite a bit as an introvert, and it still fascinates me. It is ever evolving.

I am going to get some uninterrupted time in a little bit 🤞🏻. Id be lying if I said I'm not counting minutes... 😂🤭😬

We'll have to see what come out of this desperately needed alone and creative time 😂😉

[shecanswim]

"The more I peer into the darkness, the brighter life gets, the quieter the world becomes, and the less unconscious resistance I feel to, well, anything."

An excerpt from Mark Manson’s The Subtle Art of not Giving a F*ck.