Have always thought about this ever since i heard and related to the term “introvert” its nice to read and see others opinions that make me feel so reassured. Hope this energy and wisdom continues spreading as time goes on
You think you're an introvert because you like being alone, but maybe it's not about solitude. Maybe it's about peace. Maybe it's the quiet you've fought so hard to protect. Maybe it's the safety of your own company, after being around too many people who made you feel like too much or not enough. You smile differently around people who bring you calm. You speak more. You laugh louder. You come alive in rooms where your soul doesn't shrink. You're not afraid of connection. You're just tired of surviving it. So don't confuse your boundaries with isolation. Don't confuse your quiet with disinterest. You're not closed off. You're just waiting for someone who feels like home, not a battlefield.
So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence. -R. Arnold
Don't give your time to anyone who doesn't appreciate you and your time; baby, you're a star ⭐️
Let’s sit here 🍃
Louise Glück, from Meadowlands; "Departure"
[Text ID: "The night isn't dark; the world is dark. / Stay with me a little longer."]
“Give yourself credit for the days you’ve made it when you thought you couldn’t.”
— cwote
Even if this is an opinion to others it’s factual to me. Nothing to me can replicate that feeling so easily
intertwining fingers is the physical form of merging souls
Couldn’t be more true in my own opinion and throughout the experiences of my own life
There is a certain kind of pain in holding on too tightly—to people, to dreams, to the past. We convince ourselves that if we grip hard enough, we can stop time, prevent endings, rewrite fate. But life was never meant to be held—it was meant to be felt, like the wind slipping through our fingers, like the tide kissing the shore before retreating into the vast unknown. We mourn what leaves, forgetting that not all departures are tragedies. Some things must end so we can begin again. Some loves are only meant to teach us, not stay. And maybe that is the greatest lesson: to love without possession, to dream without demand, to live without fear of the inevitable goodbye. Because in surrender, we find peace. In letting go, we find freedom. And maybe, just maybe, the things meant for us will find their way back home—not because we held on, but because we finally let them breathe on their own.
Was your star next to mine ?
💘