“let me take you down, ‘cause i’m going to strawberry fields, nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about, strawberry fields forever”. infj 5w4, deep inside my thoughts but high above the rough world. reader.
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Network (1976) dir. by Sidney Lumet
just us, infjs, completely done Snufkins.
I am perpetually stuck between the desire to connect deeply with those I love and the desire to live in utter solitude. I fear equally, being disconnected from myself as much as I fear being disconnected from others.
The more time I spend alone, I feel the tug from two directions: the need to step outside my isolation and encounter the world outside of myself…and the desire to protect the world within from the unsolicited disturbances from the world without.
"anne of green gables is saccharine and childishly optimistic" yeah well. i'm glad to live in a world where there are octobers. and furthermore, dear old world you are very beautiful and i am glad to be alive in you. did you think about that
*actively searching for those who belong to the race that knows Joseph*
relatable rn
That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….
Yeah, okay , cool
But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?
The feminine urge this, the masculine urge that, what about the the morbid longing for the picturesque at all cost???
I honestly feel that working in a little old bookstore would solve all of my problems.
made me feel at peace at least once this day. thanks god for reminding me that tumblr actually exists.
Julius Paulsen (1860-1940, Danish) ~ Late Summer Night, 1899
[Source: nasjonalmuseet.no]