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heysneaks · 5 years
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It was as if my world was going up in flames in slow motion. The ceiling caving, flames licking up the walls, the creaks of furniture breaking and the cackles of the fire heard beneath the distant screams.
I close my eyes and breathe in a lungful of smoke. Oh, how I wish the fire would burn me too.
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heysneaks · 6 years
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If there is one rule I have in all my rough sexcapades is that I'd never ever let a guy hit me in the face. Ever. It could be as soft as a feather but it still costs me my pride.
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heysneaks · 6 years
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“I know that I am nothing but a bunch of sad stories and a pool of endless mess, but I am trying hard to make every moment count. With every effort made, I am trying to make you look at me a little more longer than necessary.”
— Lukas W. // Every effort
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heysneaks · 6 years
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How to tell it’s getting bad again
Physical pains (sore jaw, old injuries acting up)
tired tired tired tired
Can’t think/can’t stop thinking
Sleeping too much/not enough
Early waking
Can’t make eye contact
Picking or scratching at skin, nails, hair, etc
Forgetful
Sex repulsed or sex obsessed
Lonely in crowds
Unjustified assumptions (my friends all hate me)
Too much/too little food
Everything tastes bland?
Headcolds/the flu out of nowhere
Distancing yourself
Spending too much time in bed
Not showering/brushing teeth/brushing hair/taking care of your body
Not able to do laundry
Not turning in assignments
Forgetting about assignments
Zoning out
Defensive
Overly emotional/painfully numb
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heysneaks · 6 years
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Cold
I wonder if it’s the strong wind tonight or if it’s the cold liquor that I’m sipping. My heart just turned cold at the thought of you.
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heysneaks · 6 years
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this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!
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heysneaks · 6 years
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Don’t forget to drink water, get sunlight, and that we are basically a house plant with complicated feelings.
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heysneaks · 6 years
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Break the INTP stereotypes
I hereby present a 49-year-old INTP who is:
Successful. In the traditional sense, i.e. rich and has a prestigious career. He’s currently a Chief Investment Officer of a New Zealand bank. He’s been in other competitive companies like McKinsey, Ford, and HNCB.
Not a socially awkward nerd. He’s quite skilled at networking to get leverage for his career. He’s, in fact, a very good public speaker. We met at a Toastmasters club 4 years ago, and he was one of the people I look up to there.
Changes jobs like a millennial. I thought it’s only a recent trend when people complain that millennials switch jobs often. This INTP guy has never been doing the same job for more than 2 years. You can totally see his Ne acting out when he talks about suddenly getting bored of something he’s really good at and spontaneously switched fields.
Takes smart shortcuts in life. The career tips he shared in the short clip above is one of the most WTF!? tips I wish I would’ve known sooner. It definitely makes a difference in getting what you want out of life.
Check out the full interview here: https://www.pathfinderspodcast.com/episodes/005
-eilamona
p.s. I’ll be doing more of these 3-5min clips for youtube that’s just the best parts of the interview. Subscribe to the youtube channel if you want updates.
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heysneaks · 6 years
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person: how are you
me: waiting for death but not seeking it out so i could be worse
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heysneaks · 7 years
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the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” is actually not the full phrase it actually is “curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back” so don’t let anyone tell you not to be a curious little baby okay go and be interested in the world uwu
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heysneaks · 7 years
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But can’t you see? I’m too broken to be fixed. I can’t be helped. So please… Just go.
L. W. // he won’t stop asking me what’s wrong (via lweien)
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heysneaks · 7 years
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Hi! First I want to say that I love your posts, they always make me smile! second, I want to know whats totally special about INTPs,what makes them so unique, why there are not as many INTP as other types?
Thank you :D You made me smile too :D (Excuse my Fe-overload at the moment. I’m having a really great day despite being semi-sick and having no voice.)
What makes INTP special?
What makes us special? In a good way or a weird way? Because we’re weird and we know it (and should be proud of it - I’m still rooting for Alien Pride Day). But I guess our good and our weird aren’t very distinguishable haha.
The most obvious qualities that make us distinctively special are our morbid curiosity and our lust for truth. Yes, our quest for truth is based on lust; on passion; it’s an insatiable craving, an incessant hunger, an infinite thirst. Our brain can’t be compared to a mere sponge - it’s a black hole.
Not even other NTs have this quality. ENTJs don’t have the discipline to research something in such depth. They’re satisfied once they find practical implications (the ENTJ’s own words). ENTPs dislike debates on terminology and definitions. They see those as too subjective and meticulous and would rather move on to the next big picture (also my ENTP friend’s own words). INTJs, similar to ENTJs, even though they are more abstract thinkers that delve deeper than their extraverted counterparts, their focus is still something that can be applied practically in their course of life. Us INTPs have the intellectual curiosity to penetrate deeply into literally any subject, practical or otherworldly.
And we probably have the most intriguing contrasts in personality of all types. We might first appear to be naive and airheaded. And then, that childlike curiosity comes out. And oh, we can also be in Ti-mode: focused, serious, analytical, rational, brutally honest. And the spontaneous, creative, imaginative, let’s go try whatever, more extraverted Ne-mode. And the melancholic, cynical, existential crisis-society-hating-symptoms. And the easy going, simple, accommodating, calm side. Am I still describing the same person? You know I am.
Why aren’t there that many of us? If you’re another type reading this, can you imagine being in our heads? That’s probably why. We are weird as fuck.
ps. I just reread your question and realized that you might not be INTP. If not, I’m sorry; I’m being completely narcissistic in assuming that you are and described everything with inclusive pronouns haha.
-eilamona[ Shop MBTI Merch ]
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heysneaks · 7 years
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this is good
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heysneaks · 7 years
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When you get older, you notice your sheets are dirty. Sometimes, you do something about it. And sometimes, you read the front page of the newspaper and sometimes you floss and sometimes you stop biting your nails and sometimes you meet a friend for lunch. You still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn’t satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, 5 years ago. You remember your umbrella, you check up on people to see if they got home, you leave places early to go home and make toast. You stand by the toaster in your underwear and a big t-shirt, wondering if you should just turn in or watch one more hour of television. You laugh at different things. You stop laughing at other things. You think about old loves almost like they are in a museum. The socks, you notice, aren’t organized into pairs and you mentally make a note of it. You cover your mouth when you sneeze, reaching for the box of tissues you bought, contains aloe. When you get older, you try toner, you experiment with trousers, you experiment with real sexy outfits, you experiment with pin curls and darker hair and orange-toned red lipstick and you date people that look good on paper. You kiss them in public and feel only a little self-conscious. You never like them, although sometimes you really do. you think about safe sex and sometimes, kids. You think about plants, maybe succulents, or maybe even a cat? When you get older, you try different shampoos. You find one you like. You try sleeping early and spin class and jogging again. You try a book you almost read but couldn’t finish. You wrap yourself in the blankets of: familiar t-shirts, caffe au lait, dim tv light, texts with old friends or new people you really want to like and love you. You lose contact with friends from college, and only sometimes you think about it. When you do, it feels bad and almost bitter. You lose people, and when other people bring them up, you almost pretend like you know what they are doing. You try to stop touching your face and become invested in things like expensive salads and trying parsnips and saving up for a vacation you really want. You keep a spare pen in a drawer. You look at old pictures of yourself and they feel foreign and misleading. You forget things like: purchasing stamps, buying more butter, putting lotion on your elbows, calling your mother back. You learn things like balance: checkbooks, social life, work life, time to work out and time to enjoy yourself. When you get older, you find things like rejection hurt less and things like nostalgia hurt more. You watch people do things you want to do, and then you do some of those things too. Things start to feel like pins on a map. You watch landmarks pass and almost note them. You eat a taco from a food truck and be careful to dab the corners of your mouth with a napkin. You smooth your shirt down. You think about details, the details of how clean the beer cup is, how you need to put the dishes away, how she smells like a perfume you wore and how his teeth are perfect and aligned. You feel a little less downtrodden by things like routine and security and a little more appreciative of things like doing nothing, finding a friend, stretching on a big couch. You hear old songs and only sometimes do they gut you. You think about your future almost always, in both a thrilling way and a very very panicked way. When you get older, you find yourself more in control. You find your convictions appealing, you find you like your body more, you learn to take things in stride. You begin to crave respect and comfort and adventure, all at the same time. You lay in your bed, fearing death, just like you did.You pull lint off your shirt. You smile less and feel content more. You think about changing and then often, you do. When you get older, you barely notice it at all. Then, you are sitting somewhere you’ve been before, staring at the nothingness of the sky, and you feel the wind moving away from you, fast and almost impossible to catch.
When You Get Older, thefrenemy (via themindmovement)
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heysneaks · 7 years
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heysneaks · 7 years
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“I know it sounds ridiculous,” he tells her, “But I am terribly in love with the thought of you becoming mine.”
Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #154 // “But I know,” he continues, “it will remain as a thought.” (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
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heysneaks · 7 years
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Her eyes.
Her smiles never reaches her eyes. Her eyes... They seem to be pleading for help. Though no one knows how to help her.
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