Being Able To Name The Thing Makes It So Much Easier To Deal With.

“A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive.”

In 1252 the king of England was given a polar bear from Haakon IV of Norway.  The polar bear lived in the Tower of London but didn’t like to be kept in such a confined area so he would have a rope tied to him and be allowed to swim and catch fish in the Thames.  

“Sarcastic people tend to be marshmallows underneath the armor.”

— Stephen King (via quotemadness)

Ait thesoundoftheriver: “Nothing is worse than how it feels to not be able to verbally express what you’re trying to get across to someone.”

Some nights, even knowing this will set my nervous system screaming, I want someone who will hold me close. I want someone I can build a life with; someone who is the other half of my soul.

Then I remember that this would probably require sex at some point.

Fuck.

I’ll just have to settle for turning into Carpe the cola aunt, with twenty dogs in tow.

“Why criticism hurts so much" 

I’ve been working on a series aiming to explain why we can get so deeply hurt and afraid of disapproval that it will interfere with our life decisions.

Coming soon: 2/4 "Where does it come from?” ¾ "How can I spot it?” 4/4 “What can I do?”

Ni-doms and Disembodiment

I’ve read once that disembodiment is an ni-dom thing. They don’t feel connected to their bodies in the sense that a normal person would. It’s rather interesting how such a thing developed extremely early within me. From the time I was in kindergarten, I remember standing in front of the mirror at home just… staring at myself. The body didn’t feel like mine. And no, I don’t mean this in a dysphoric way. It felt as if I were a bodiless… thing inhabiting a robotic body. Yes, the body was mine, but how was it mine? If I closed my eyes and concentrated hard enough, could I become Reina? Or Kai? Or any of my other friends in kindergarten? Staring at my hands, I’d become amazed that I could move my limbs. Like really, how the hell was I doing that? It was mind-boggling.

Even now, it hasn’t changed too much. When I’m actually focusing on my body perhaps getting ready in front of a mirror, I’ll find myself staring into my own eyes once more. I’ll find myself studying every single millimeter of my own skin. And it doesn’t feel as if I’m looking at myself. It feels as if I’m looking at a human shaped container.

It’s in this sense that I think the separation between body and mind ring especially true for Ni-doms. But this is just my experience. Do any of my followers or anyone else for that matter feel something similar? I’d honestly love to know.

Never push an INFJ to the point where they no longer care.

(via infj-misc)

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