More like annoying babble of the masses, where is that coming from and how do I shut up the idiots?!
Clouds, broccoli, and Grandma. Love it!!
Isn’t it funny when people ask me for my opinion they typically can’t take it? Isn’t it sad that when I get emotionally slutty people flee in fear of my inner intensity? How crazy is it that I could go an hour staring away from you and notice every move you make? Isn’t it baffling that all those who've tried to understand me eventually gave up? And isn’t it ironic that every single one of them, and you, will think of me again; over and over again. INFJ refuge
INFJs love discovering what makes people tick. It’s often said that when INFJs look at you, they stare directly into your soul. We rarely miss a thing, from the flat way you said “everything’s fine” to the far-off look in your eyes. Nevertheless,...