Things That Matter Are Not Easy. Feelings Of Happiness Are Easy. Happiness Is Not. Flirting Is Easy.

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@mcquistonsource event 02 : december surprise  —  for chloe [ @markoliver ] ♡

— June is often a mystery, a big ball of complex emotions and motivations, but her heart is honest and true.

being vulnerable enough to tell people how much you care about them is infinitely more brave than pretending to be above love and using edginess as a method of self-preservation

only mostly devastated, sophie gonzales // check please, ngozi ukazu

Mate

Change a single letter and change the word game

I want to play a game with you all.

You have to make a new word by changing only one letter of the last word.

Dirt

I think this answer depends on the reasons they need to be more social and attentive. It also depends on whether or not the INFP wants to be more social and attentive.

I’m wondering about the word “more” in this question. It hints that an INFP’s current level of attentiveness and social interaction isn’t good enough.

If they’re in a social situation, the INFP will probably be as social as they’re capable. If you don’t want an INFP to become inauthentic, don’t point out that they’re not doing enough.

INFPs are Introverts, which might explain why they may not be as social as an Extrovert. And I also feel that INFPs are naturally quite attentive to others, especially in one-on-one conversations.

So, how can we teach an INFP to be a super alert Extrovert, while allowing them to be true to themselves? Hmm…

Perhaps by just accepting them as they are. If that isn’t enough, you can always find plenty of more-socially attentive individuals amongst the Extroverted types. 💗

Thanks for the question. 😊

Does it even exist at all? Or is it another dream?

First Prince Forever!

@mcquistonsource event 02: december surprise  —  for @federicocesaris!

He called Henry the North Star once. That wasn’t bright enough.

🤣(death by laughing?)

your 12th emoji is how you'll die

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Adulting to me involves the stuffy things I have to do to survive. Usually, somehow forcing myself to be a good little human by skirting around the outer edges of society.

This world forces people to suffer hours every day just so they can eat and live under a warm roof. What kind of world is this? Why isn’t food and safety a right? Why are people struggling with more than one job just to feed their children? This is a broken world.

So I have to pretend to be like the rest of the poor souls and adult my way through life. Push myself in ways I haven’t before. Pay a bill for something that makes no sense to me. Don’t even get me started on taxes. Why am I working just so some invisible entity can steal it all away?

Is that being an adult? Or a blind pushover?

“Adulting” only reminds me of what I dislike about this planet. There is so much more to living than being forced to sit in front of blinding screens and working our fingers raw for a mere nickel that will only be stolen away in the end.

I want people to see how beautiful life can be. That the pressures we face daily aren’t what being alive is about. Life is about expanding our minds and entwining our hearts with those we love. Everything else is an unnecessary burden to bury in an empty field, then covered over in blue wildflowers.

Forget this adulting business. It isn’t being an adult to take on these responsibilities. It just means a person is old enough to officially take on roles we’ve been trained for since we first stepped foot into school as children. All those long years of brainwashing just for these happy moments of being an adult. I’m not particularly proud of what humanity is doing to itself. *sighs and wanders off*