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Tag game: characters who have the same personality as you

If you don’t know your personality type, take the test HERE.

I was tagged by:blacktout 

Rules: find out what characters share the same personality type as you HERE and list the characters that you find relevant below. Then tag five friends and let them know you tagged them!

Type:  INFJ (I think the result is different every time I take similar tests, but the IN part remains constant)

Tagging: wutheringtheheightsmirroirbatvalentinworld , persephones , strange-to-be-anything-at-all 


america-wakiewakie:

Heartbreaking photos show the first day back to school in Gaza. Many students did not return.

(Photo Credit: Shehab News Agency)

(via thefallenlord)

The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters.
- ― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book for All and None (via remnantsofapoet)

(via man-of-prose)



Tiny Fluctuations, 2013 
by Orhan Kolukisa

(Source: foxmouth, via mirroir)


Sunday is gloomy, 
My hours are slumberless
Dearest, the shadows
I live with are numberless

Have you ever had that feeling— that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?
- Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle    (via lipstick-bullet)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via man-of-prose)


fernweh [feyrn-vey]
- (noun) This wonderful, untranslatable German word describes the feeling of homesickness for a far away land, a place you have never visited. Do not confuse this with the english word, wanderlust; Fernweh is much more profound, it is the feeling of an unsatisfied urge to escape and discover new places, almost a sort of sadness. You miss a place you have never experienced, as opposed to lusting over it or desiring it like wanderlust. You are seeking freedom and self-discovery, but not a particular home. (via teaparties)

(Source: wordsnquotes.com, via persephones)


I am haunted. I am haunted by something— that rather takes the light out of things, that fills me with longings…
- H. G. Wells, “The Door in the Wall”(Waking Lion Press, 2006)

(Source: eulum, via mirroir)



I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there—
I held my spirit to the Glass,
To prove it possibler—

I turned my Being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner’s name—
For doubt, that I should know the Sound—

I judged my features—jarred my hair—
I pushed my dimples by, and waited—
If they—twinkled back—
Conviction might, of me—

I told myself, “Take Courage, Friend—
That—was a former time—
But we might learn to like the Heaven,
As well as our Old Home!” 

-Emily Dickinson

(Source: Spotify)

cinque-del-mattino:

Almond Branches In Bloom, San Remy | Vincent Van Gogh

cinque-del-mattino:

Almond Branches In Bloom, San Remy | Vincent Van Gogh

(via spookyabuki)

hybridthry:

wearing all black today to mourn the death of my motivation

(via m-ilieus)


I don’t know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don’t know what to think or what I am.
- Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

We worship perfection because we can’t have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.
- Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

infiltration:

sometimes i realize there are so many things i won’t remember in 50 years like the way the sky looked this morning and all the dogs i saw today and my mom’s voice and i get so sad i never want to forget

(via persephones)


laclefdescoeurs:

Moonlight, 1894, Alfred Stevens

laclefdescoeurs:

Moonlight, 1894, Alfred Stevens

(via lit-ost)