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Relationships and the INFJ

myersandbriggs:

LOVE IS: The quest for, above all else, a soul-mate. INFJs are interested only in the perfect relationship.

FALLS IN LOVE: Slowly. With their head first and then with all their heart. INFJs have a depth of caring not usually found in others.

FALLS OUT OF LOVE: Can leave a…

Completely

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“When people stop writing, it’s one of two things - they are either really fucking happy or broken beyond repair.”

- Ming D. Liu
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After all this research, we might just know nothing and are still wondering

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Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge. It requires no accountability, no understanding. The highest form of knowledge is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another’s world. It requires profound purpose larger than the self kind of understanding.

Bill Bullard

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Cristin Milioti
La Vie En Rose

djmelodie:

Hold me close and hold me fast

This magic spell you cast

This is la vie en rose

When you kiss me heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see la vie en rose

When you press me to your heart

I’m in a world apart

A world where roses bloom

And when you speak angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

La vie en rose

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Soulmate

djmelodie:

“A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we’re pretending to be. Each unveils the best…

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Everything that has a beginning, has an ending. When it all ends, there’s a new beginning.

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The Mountain’s Village

There was a mountain,
A small village lived on its windward side,
Where the clouds hovered all day.
There was a boy who grew up in that small village,
"It’s always cloudy outside,"
He’d say.
"It’s always so dark. I think I’ll stay inside."
This was routine to him.
Everyday, he’d look up and see grey.
He’d rationalize a reason to stay
Within the closed doors of his home,
Where he’d wonder if there was another place,
Where there were sunny skies all day.
His friend lived in the same village.
She was tired of the dark.
One day, she decided to go on an adventure.
She climbed the mountain,
As she got closer to the top,
As she climbed and climbed,
The path began to illuminate,
More and more.
"It was always sunny!" she realized.
She looked down to her village,
Saw the little dark patch created by the mountain’s clouds
And the mountain’s shadow.
She went back to her village and told everyone,
"We don’t have to live in darkness!" she’d say.
The people shunned her,
Did not believe her,
They only believed in one way.
She turned to the boy and said,
"Come with me. I’ll show you."
He objected and rationalized that it wasn’t worth it.
She left one night and decided to live
On the sunnier side.
He sat at home,
Behind closed doors,
Looking up at the clouds,
And thought to himself,
"It’s impossible for there to be a sunny day."

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Sometimes we just have to cut off the dead branches in our life. Sometimes that’s the only way we can keep the tree alive. It’s hard and it hurts, but it’s what’s best.
Nicole Williams (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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Oh, There I Am!

After 6 years, I feel like I’m beginning to be my own person again. I lost myself for a while, and I feel like I’ve almost found it all again. It’s so easy to lose yourself when you like someone - for me at least. I tend to replay the moments we’ve shared. Sometimes, I simply remember. Other times, I think of what I should’ve been done differently. I’d be so focused on the other person, that I lost focus on myself. It was to the point where I didn’t remember what I would initially think about before I met them. It’s something that disturbs me, though it’s quite “normal.” It doesn’t disable me in anyway, but I tend to go off in my own little world more often than I’d like to. I become this dreamer and become less grounded in reality. Now, I’ve almost reached that point of remembering who I was and behaving that way. I don’t regret losing myself, because it’s taught me that I can take knowing who I am for granted. I don’t want to lose myself again. I used to be strong and didn’t care about being different. I loved being different. It wasn’t until I questioned myself whether there was something wrong with me that I had lost myself. I don’t feel comfortable with sharing how I got to that point, but I’ll definitely stand a little firmer and feel more confident in being myself. It’s nice, because I think that I’ve accepted myself a little more this year. Through that, I’ve felt more free.

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