INFJism

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.

What happens to all of those thoughts we never say out loud? Where do they go?

It’s okay to live a life others don’t understand.

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.

INFJ and dealing with other people's emotions

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.

tfw u accidentally make eye contact with someone 

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.