#INFJ friends
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lllakristos · 10 months ago
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One day, you'll realize your gut feeling was correct all along.
That you were right from the start.
They were never your friend, nor did they genuinely care about you.
You were merely a convenience, an unpaid therapist, and a source of validation for their shortcomings.
Human nature is so complex yet so disappointing when you hold your standards high.
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mars-ipan · 9 months ago
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happy birthday you weird little freak. it's finals season so i can't afford to make a full drawing for u rn but i can at least give you your favorite thing in the world
bonus drawing + og imgs under the cut
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cannot believe that crucified!komaeda is the cuntiest i've ever drawn him. call it divine inspiration
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classic-entp · 1 year ago
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Classic-ENTP #42
Any Ixxx Type: That's my new friend!
ExxP: ???????????????I thought you had social anxiety???????????????
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introvert-moments · 9 months ago
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Introvert Moment #123
As an introvert I am scared of talking to people flirtatiously. As a bisexual, this fear is rated E for everyone. Maybe I should just live alone in a bungalow with like 4 elderly rescue dogs
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gent-illmatic · 1 year ago
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A matter of time⏱
(A long af ramble)
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I don’t care how long you’ve known some people, what the bond was, if they’re relatives, part of a community, childhood friends, best work buddies etc.
Everybody isn’t meant to stay in your life!
During my spiritual journey I realized you can’t “helicopter” over the people you care about. It’s a dysfunctional love language many of us have. I wanted to support and guide my loved ones to the best of my ability. I’m known as the therapist/fixer of any friend group I’m apart of.
I’m the Olivia Pope of this shit. However, I would end up being the emotional trash bag ,while they reject every plausible solution presented. Im the person strategizing how to get them on track and distracting from my own goals to save theirs (ppl pleasing). Silently seething because not only do they seem to care very little about themselves … but also about my time and effort in supporting them! They’re turning up while I’m stressing for them.
I also realized a lot of these actions stemmed from events in my childhood, but I digress!
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Then the “Ah ha” moment hit!
They don’t owe me shit.
Why? … because it’s not my job to do that! They’re not calling for advice. They’re calling to vent. Yes, being a good listening ear is part of being a good support as well. We don’t always have to swoop in with “what you should do is…”. I also learned my actions of support make me seem like a “know it all” with good intentions. It sends signals that I don’t believe they are capable of figuring out their own issues. As if they were mentally challenged. This dynamic breaths life into resentment.
However, for people like me , that becomes exhausting after while. Loved ones complaining about the same bullshit misfortunes over & over without looking for solutions, better discernment, or to establish positive patterns/habits. Constantly returning back into the arms of what has them forever frustrated. Wanting you to hold all of their emotional and dysfunctional baggage. You are being spiritually drained!
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Especially, if you’ve done the work for your own life’s outcome! With or without therapy! You’ve put in the effort aside from your prayers. Now, you’re reaping the peaceful benefits of the investment in your life. You feel your spirit and life being led to better pastures ….It’s time to realize…
You’ve outgrown them.
it’s time to love them from afar!
The dynamic you once shared has expired/changed. The people you were in the beginning, No longer exists now. It’s no longer serving or fulfilling.
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People will always prioritize themselves (as they should). You need to make sure you do the same. Nobody will care about you more than yourself as an adult. You can care for your loved ones, and wish them well. Give them guidance if specifically asked. However, we can’t live for them or force them to take our advice! It doesn’t matter how great the quality of our advice is…. We don’t even have to experience the consequences of the advice we give them! They have the choice of what to take and what to leave! We don’t even know if we have all the facts of the scenario anyway. They have their journey and you have yours…
But….
If their dysfunctional life starts to effect yours just being in their company…you begin reaping their consequences for their choices…you notice yourself regressing … you recognize you’ve lost sight or esteem of your own life mission…
Fall back.
You are the average of the 5 closest people to you. Choose wisely!
The mental ease you receive for allowing people to “do them” and letting go is priceless. Now you have time to dedicate towards your own conquests , continue your own development, and learn from your own choices.
I’m rambling now… but one last thing
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Beware: When people notice you walking away to a better life, they may morph into your enemy. They may spill your secrets, smear you, they may not even care about your absence. If that’s the case It’s all good… some people can live in your heart but not in your life!
Keep the grass cut🌾🐍🌾
-KANAAN🌱
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misciaspossessed · 8 months ago
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I have no real friends I'm lonely imma make a quick friend application thingy
These are my vibes/aesthetics
🎧💥🪒🕳️🕸️🫀🌃🍂🛒👑🦇🍷🏚️⛓️🏍️🌑🩸🕶️⚰️🗑️
💐💗🫂🐞🌟🖍️🐢💃🌌🍬🕯️🎀🎨🫐🧸💅🏼🎶��💌🩵 they often mix together
Intp, no respect for star signs, the kind of person that scowls at everything for no reason, makes racism/sexism jokes (there's a difference between racism jokes and racist jokes, I make fun of racism, not races), taylor swift hater, weird lifestyle choices if your cool with that, brain DOES NOT WORK OMG. and the typa person to have dyed armpit hair (pink specifically) :)
No responsibilities and a sleep schedule available to be ruined (I always have time to talk), love language: quality time, unironically "kissing the homies goodnight" typa mf, very bad at communicating so best if you're not, I match energy involuntarily so as soon as I'm familiar with your vibe it will be mine, super specific and deep topics like what fruit or vegetable would you be, I love hearing people talk about themselves as long as it goes both ways
If you're a guy who can be friends with a girl just as normally as with another guy that'd be awesome but it's not a requirement (not a requirement to be a guy, the normal part is required)
Somebody who's just as friendless and taskless hmu
Update: nothing but a specific kpop group defines me now so respond at your own discernment (I'm sort of looking for stays as well though cause I have no one to vent with and send things to I'm suffocating)
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messedupinfjthoughts · 1 month ago
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#the storm
The storm
Anxious: Why do you drift when I reach for your hand? Why is the silence your steadfast command? I call, but your echoes grow hollow, unsure, And yet, I return—how much must I endure?
Avoidant: You pull too tightly; it’s hard to breathe. Your fears are a web I long to leave. I stand at the edge, my freedom my shield— Why must my distance be seen as concealed?
Anxious: Because your distance is a knife in disguise, Cutting the cord as you avert your eyes. You vanish and leave my questions unspoken, And every absence leaves something broken.
Avoidant: I never promised what you crave so deep. Your storm of need wakes what I’d rather keep— A calm, a stillness, a world meant for me, Not a tempest demanding I anchor your sea.
Anxious: But I don’t ask for the world, only you, A space where I’m seen, where friendship feels true. Instead, you retreat; my fears are unmasked— Do you even care enough to be asked?
Avoidant: It’s not about care but about self-preserve, Each question of yours, a curve after curve. I push not to harm but to claim my air, And yet, your clinging becomes my snare.
Anxious: Do you see how you sever what could have been whole? Do you see how your fleeing erodes my soul? You say you’re caught, but it’s me in the trap— An endless pursuit, your friendship’s just a gap.
Avoidant: Perhaps this was doomed from the very start. Your need for safety and my guarded heart. I didn’t mean harm, but perhaps you’re right— Our bond was a shadow, not built for the light.
Anxious: And now you retreat, the ending you crave, Blaming the fears, you never tried to save. I stand here broken, a friend you evade, While you walk away, your silence - my blade.
Avoidant: This silence, you see, is my quiet goodbye, A way to escape without asking why. You call it avoidance, I call it release— Two mismatched hearts finding fractured peace.
Anxious: Peace, you say, as you leave me in storm, While I ache for the warmth you called that a norm. But maybe the truth is this bond was a thread, Unravelling faster than words ever said.
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We met like fire and water, bound to collide, Each seeking shelter, the other denied. Some ties aren’t woven to last through the fray— So we part as we must, and go our own way.
— a poem by me
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zqriee07 · 2 months ago
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new to tumblr and looking for genuine connections <3
my name is zurie, im an artist and musician from the philippines.
u can message me here or ask for my discord!
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mysoulsecrets-blog · 1 year ago
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A MAN OF HONOR AND PRIDE.
Good men have empathy, they take no pleasure in the struggles and failures of another, they care for others and are genuinely concerned for people whom they hold close to their hearts, they're kind and emotionally available, their good character is the backbone of a magnetic personality which attracts people, but some people are so self-obsorbed that they only care about their selves, but kindness is the key quality of a good man and they're willing to put your needs before theirs, and that makes them a keeper.
This is a tribute to my dearest friend.
He keeps his promises, he doesn't tell lies, nor does he get involved in any type of gossip or drama and that makes him a "A MAN OF INTEGRITY"
Happy birthday professor ♥️
@poetrybyonur
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infjpaladin · 2 years ago
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natsunenuko · 4 days ago
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DTIYS Prize for 3rd place for @Taleea of her persona in a more INFJ fasion!
_________________________ | Youtube | Deviantart | BlueSky | Ko-fi | Discord |
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intpconvos · 11 months ago
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Judging vs Perceiving Types: Joining an Organization
INFJ consciously looking up organizations for 3 months: Wanna join me?
INTP: What is it about?
INFJ: /sends link to page/
INFJ: Orientation is 2 days from now
INTP: Wait what???
A few moments later
INTP: Okay let's go!
INFP: Wait, me too!
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writtenbyanamiranda · 9 months ago
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no longer talking to each other ☁️
instagram.com/writtenbyanamiranda
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vegantinatalist · 7 months ago
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Introduction (Im going to try to list as many things about me as I can, the more you share, the more I want to talk to you)
26 F USA Washington
Ethical Vegan/Animal Liberationist
Antinatalist
Pro Right to Die
sex free/asexual
Alt Style (goth, grunge, eastern, jirai kei etc)
Digital Artist
misanthrope, but also an activist who cares a lot
Game dev and animator
Anticonsumer/zerowaste
Dark theme lover (suicide, lovers suicide, revenge, etc)
EVFL attitudinal psyche
INFJ MBTI
Fearful avoidant attachment style, but can become extremely secure
Ambivert, introvert leaning (I only talk to people who share my ethics and when I do I do so enthusiastically)
DMs open
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notanotherinfjblog · 6 months ago
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Fi vs. Fe: expression and interpretation of judgements
ESTJ: Something I'm noticing again is how different our communication is. If I didn't know you, I would actually be a bit offended by the way you are saying some things.
INFJ: Why? What things? What did I do?
ESTJ: I always make a very clear distinction between sentences like "I think that's weird" and "That's weird." I know that you use the second one and mean it in the way I'd use the first, but I always have to take a step back when you do because to me, something like "that's weird" is incredibly arrogant as if you assume the moral high ground on what is normal and what is weird as if it was a fact and not just your personal opinion.
INFJ: But such things are always inherently subjective, so why would I need to make a difference between a subjective opinion and a fact when it simply cannot be a fact?
INFP: I completely agree with ESTJ on this, actually.
ESTJ: I'd actually say that by saying it in this way without explicitly marking it as an opinion, you deliberately convey that it is not subjective. Like when I say "the Earth is round", then that's a fact and I'll argue about it. Saying "I think that's weird", that's an opinion. I'm not going to argue about it, you can think what you want. But just saying "that's weird" to me sounds like you are putting yourself above me to tell me the rules that you yourself made up. And I know that that's not how you, INFJ, mean things because I know you, but it's interesting how differently we feel about this.
INFJ: Very interesting! Because I only find it offensive when someone hits me with a "you do this" etc., thus singling me out. That's also why I'd find an "I think that's weird" a lot more offensive than a "that's weird" because with the first, to me, you're separating yourself from me. I don't really view myself as an individual, I'm part of a group, so a separation like this feels like you're pointing your finger at me. That's personal. Saying "that's weird", however, is just a statement that something strays from the standard, it's more neutral.
INFP: Incredible. That's so wildly different from the way I would ever interpret the presence of an "I" in a sentence.
ESTJ: Why would there be a standard for anything? I don't think there is a standard for behaviour. That, again, feels very presumptuous to me. I mean, who is to say that your normal is the actual normal? Maybe I'm normal and you're the weird one. So saying "that's weird" sounds very patronising to me.
INFJ: See, I don't see it like that at all. To me, the standard is not necessarily something that you do yourself. It's the collective, like an average. It's impersonal, just an observation. A convention. Like I said, the judgement, to me, is the personal distancing from the other person.
ESTJ: I think I just never assume there is a standard because that would always include a judgement. And I feel more like an individual than as a part of a group.
INFP: INFJ is just one step ahead of us in socialism.
INFJ: But isn't there always a standard for everything? How you behave in this situation or in that situation, how close you can stand to someone in a queue etc. So there is always a norm and when you stray from the norm, it's noticeable. There is always a bit of leeway, but you use this norm as a guide for everything, don't you? So the standard is without judgement, it's just what's done, and then it's up to you to decide whether you want to adhere to it or not.
ESTJ: No, I disagree. I think people are far too complex and different that they could ever define a norm for everything.
INFJ: See, that's what I find presumptuous. No one is that special.
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messedupinfjthoughts · 2 months ago
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# no room for me
No Room for Me
You guard yourself with walls of stone, A shield that leaves you all alone. Your pain, the only truth you see, A fortress built—no room for me.
Each day you speak of wounds so deep, Of sleepless nights and tears you weep. Yet when my voice would seek reprieve, It met your silence—no room for me.
You never asked of memories bright, Of concerts echoing through the night. Taylor’s song, the tears I set free, Ignored, unnoticed—no room for me.
The battles fought beneath sterile light, The silent fears, the lonely fight. Months passed by, your gaze would flee, Unmoved, unknowing—no room for me.
You craved the warmth of others’ care, But gave no sign that you’d be there. An empty hand, a lost decree, Always taking—and no room for me.
A flicker of trust, a moment small, Would send you back behind your wall. Afraid to open, afraid to see, You pulled away—no room for me.
Your world, a canvas marked with scars, Kept others distant, kept friends afar. Your heart, a locked and guarded sea, No harbour left—no room for me.
You claimed your pain, a tale profound, Yet left my stories lost, unfound. In your mirror, it’s only thee, Reflected always—no room for me.
So here I stand, outside your gate, A weary soul, resigned to fate. Where friendship was meant, now shadows be, Your heart’s confines—no room for me.
— a poem by me
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