INFPs: dreamy idealists in a world of practical realists

INFPs: dreamy idealists in a world of practical realists We are INFPs, dreamy idealists in a world of practical realists. We are walking contradictions, hopeless romantics and limitless dreamers. We’re fighting a silent war with the world, that we admire so dearly, as we’re trying to find our way through the maze of life. Body, … Continue reading INFPs: dreamy idealists in a world of practical realists

i write when i’m sad

this song on repeat. my dress of the day before on the carpet. my eyes red from hopelessness. my fingernails uneven. my hair undone and falling out. my wrinkled nightgown. my damaged skin and bruised bones. my dreamcatchers defect. my polaroids fading. my unmade bed. the unfinished books on my nightstand. the cups of coffee … Continue reading i write when i’m sad

Naivety

I’ve been through much heartbreak, but still I love as deep as the Pacific waters I’ve been let down by more people than I can count, but still those people can always count on me I’ve been told so many lies, but I still believe there’s a truth in them They showed me all their ugly … Continue reading Naivety

Proud

Sometimes I forget to be proud of myself. I’ve been so hard on myself ever since the day I was born. Always striving for perfection, feeling guilty when resting & feeling like I’ve never done enough, like I never tried hard enough. But God, how hard I tried, how hard I try, every day​ again. … Continue reading Proud

These Days

Freedom is amazing, liberating and all I want But freedom is limiting, in a sense, causes me a heavy heart Although, ‘limiting’ might not be the right word Perhaps, freedom is just ‘scary’, in a way I’m full of responsibility and surrounded by so many possibilities I can’t blame no one else, I can’t blame … Continue reading These Days

Anxiety

It’s been a long time since we last spoke I was doing wonderful, I could escape almost all of my demons and ghosts For a while at least, because now we meet again It’s been months, after painful years that killed me All those knives and swords that did wound me Oh God, can’t you … Continue reading Anxiety