Please excuse me while I walk over your husband’s corpse like he’s nothing and upon entering the room, ignore your traumatised child in his crib and instead clutch your lifeless body in a demonstration of my love for you: creepy and entirely unhelpful
i love how everyone just knows what this is referencing
“As INTPs, we’re not just reacting to the current iteration of the problem at hand. With the encyclopedia as our guide, we are also fighting every recorded fight we ever had on that topic. We are also fighting every fight we can predict ever having in the future. And that makes the battle huge for us. Everything is on the table, and the stakes are high. To the other person, the weight we bring to the situation may seem like a gross overreaction. Our emotions won’t seem to be in line with the importance of the issue. But that’s because they aren’t. We are fighting every fight at once. They are fighting one by itself.”—(intpexperience)
You are good at something, stop lying to yourself. You’re good at breaking down comic book plots, cooking ramen perfectly, making your friends happy, knowing the time without looking at a clock, getting the perfect ending at RPG’s, or figuring out the twist ending to movies. Don’t let society tell you your talents are meaningless because they don’t serve an economical purpose. Your talents reflect your interests and passions, and what’s important to you is important.
“fragments of you and i
collide as the nights progress.
darkness turns to light
without the slightest queue.
and i realise the stars were
worth the wait.”—"nebula" by typical treatment. (25 october 2012)