Just An Infp Crustacean, Tryna Get A Harder Shell

fear me when i do good, but don’t hate me when i do bad

the good belongs to the bad & vice versa

your individual drive to do something good is as big as your drive to do something bad

Some say I’m too sensitive but the truth is I just feel too much. Every word, every action and every energy goes straight to my heart.

Nofacewrites (via thoughtkick)

no reason to hate since we all kinda relate

what is your etiquette coquette? 

how can impress you?

do u like the sound of my voice when i talk after i laughed?

do u like my lipstick? - it was quite expensive?

do u like my taste of music? - i think its quite special

if u even knew how obsessed i am with the idea to impress u.

etiquette coquette..

what is this?

is it a lifestyle or a prison?

do i express myself or have i locked myself in?

i feel the windbreeze,, the only indication that i aint in a prison, i have the option to be free-

i want to live for myself

rainy autumn day, hot chocolate & a philosophic book while sitting in a cafe

who awakened my anger

who condemned it

and turned it into sadness

hated the sadness,

turned it into wrath

“I mean, we’re all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren’t we?”

— Robert Ludlum, The Bourne Identity

even the color of the sky influences the mood -

lisa told me that its not possible to live in a world with no influence at all -

i knew she was right the second she finished her sentence

the mood took me to this conflict of mine & today i know i shouldnt be surprised about peoples power - people talk & influence other people that will also influence other people etc etc etc

why did this confuse me back then?

when even the sound of the wind makes us feel things?

why did it confuse me when even the sound of the rain is heard?

it confused me although the white skies could change my whole mood-

today i know how i act in this world influences others

i say things and they get repeated

i have silent admirers because admirers are always silent

just like i am when i admire someone

the question that remains is whether it is lack of courage, shyness, jealousy or pride that makes us stay silent

lack of courage often is rewritten as pride - just to make it easier for the ego to understand

their gaze makes me blind

omnipresent in my mind

wasting my time, stealing whats mine