Month: April 2013

btw

In case you didn’t know, I’m an ENFP. This means that I spend a great deal of  time worrying about if I’m good enough or doing a good job or worth anyone’s time and being too scared to talk to people for fear of bothering them especially with something as selfish as asking if they think I’m okay.

…which is a problem because we are so outwardly focused that we really can’t tell if we’re okay.

:I

someone hug me plz

Introvert: my phone is full of people that might expect something from me
Extrovert: my phone is full of people that might not want to hear from me

anglophrenic:

Hey hey Mollie I found a companion piece to your INTJ – ENFP rainbow vomit post.

(I cannot find original artist so PEEPS MESSAGE ME A SOURCE IF IT EXISTS KTHX.)

look it’s me and cori! 

Rae a la Mode!: My husband is an ENFP, and I really don’t have too hard a time telling…

Rae a la Mode!: My husband is an ENFP, and I really don’t have too hard a time telling…

My husband is an ENFP, and I really don’t have too hard a time telling his emotions, because he is definitely not one to try to hide them. But if he wants to, even I won’t be able to tell. Usually its not a problem, but its lead to a couple melt down scenarios where he was acting like…

Hahaha nervous laughter I so don’t do this all the time… c___c

above-n-below-average:

imperfections-dont-define-you:

untitled75236:

dark-wond3rland:

breezeh:

ski-nny-and-fra-gilee:

50shadesofsuicide:

That’s what depression feels like.

Oh god..

this is seriously the scariest thing i’ve seen on this website omfg

it scares me that i can feel this picture…

Depression, eating disorders, paranoia…all of it. This is how it feels.

Does anyone else notice the little trip when the third to last couple lights go out? I feel like she falls at the very end. That’s when you’re done. That’s when whatever dark hold you have swallows you whole. That’s when you can’t fight anymore because you don’t want to fight anymore simply because it takes too much effort to actually try to fight or better yet even want to try to fight. This is what it is, in a visual. That little trip? She stumbles. Fighting for recovery and then perhaps a small relapse. Whether it be a skipped meal, or a scratch on the skin, or a little puking, or anything in between. We all find that we can do it, stop whatever darkness, but sometimes it’s too powerful to get ahead of. Sometimes, it gets too difficult.

This is mental illness. Right here. All of it summed up.

gabappledc:

rionsanura:

scentofbooksandtea:

When you meet someone who is your intellectual superior in the domain you absolutely love, you have two choices: you either freely throw yourself in the hells of depression and self-loathing, or you watch the mountain in front of you and say “ I’ll make you dream my name”.    

TRUTH

I try to make the right choices but sometimes it’s hard

“I’ll make you dream my name.” 

I wanted this on my main tumblr, too, because holy crap.

My need to draw Hakuba is great,

but my fear of getting in trouble for not finishing this project is greater. :’(Â