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Letting Go: The Hardest Donation I’ve Ever Made
Today I took an enormous carload (literally packed from floor to ceiling ) of clothes to charity. I know it probably sounds simple, but it was honestly one of the hardest things I’ve done in a really long time. Handing over those bags felt like letting go of pieces of myself. And now, I’ll be Continue reading
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Living Simply: Finding Coziness in the Old World
Fall is here and the days get shorter, I naturally slow down. Fall and winter have always been seasons that invite me to slow down my pace, to notice, and of course, to make things cozy. I don’t crave anything glossy or modern this time of year. It’s the mismatched, the handmade and the old Continue reading
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Coward
He shows up when it’s easy, And vanishes when it’s hard. Leaves words like empty cups, and thinks the silence won’t be heard. Continue reading
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Dust
They glitter loud in the daylight, their names echo in crowded rooms, their hands collect applause like coins. They live in the sun where eyes always follow, where the air is thick with wanting. And me? I drift like a speck unseen, quiet as ash, soft as twilight, no spotlight to pin me down. But Continue reading
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A New Era
I have decided to end one sided relationships. I will no longer invest my energy in people who do not value our connection as much as I do. I refuse to be used to boost someone else’s ego. From now on, I will focus on building relationships that are genuine, authentic, and reciprocal. I desire Continue reading
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Unpicked
Leaves fall, winds may pass, I root deep despite the frost, Unpicked, yet I stand. Continue reading
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Happy First Day of Fall
(Disclaimer: I meant to post this yesterday but I crashed and slept for 15 hours. So here I am, posting the following day instead. I feel so much better after the long sleep.) I left work early because I just couldn’t push through anymore. I haven’t slept well in two days and my body finally Continue reading
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Painting in the Glow
Tonight my dad and I went to Pinot’s Palette for a blacklight paint and sip. The room glowed with neon colors and under the black lights our paintings slowly came alive with a spooky kind of magic. You can watch the timelapse here: Art has always been something we’ve shared. When I was little, my Continue reading
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Words, Connection, and My Mom’s Legacy
I made my first vlog — something completely new for me. I actually love speaking in public, so that’s not an issue at all. It’s just that, like many INFJs, I often feel that my words come across more clearly and beautifully on paper than they do out loud. Still, I wanted to challenge myself to Continue reading
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The Eyes of The INFJ
I’ve always been told I have wandering, expressive eyes when I talk. My eyes just… go places and really express. I see other INFJs do it too and I find that fascinating! It’s like our eyes are doing their own little storytelling while our mouths catch up. Honestly, it makes me feel a bit more Continue reading
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INFJs and the Sexy Magic of Extroverted Sensing
As an INFJ, I’ve spent most of my life living in my head observing, analyzing, imagining, and predicting. My dominant function, introverted intuition (Ni), allows me to see patterns, sense meaning, and anticipate possibilities. But it can also keep us tucked away from the vividness of the present. That’s where extroverted sensing (Se) comes in. Continue reading
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INFJ in Depth
This is a very interesting (and long) breakdown of the INFJ personality type. Continue reading
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Red Flags
What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you? The red flag for me is the kind of person who coats everything in sugar. The ones who are endlessly agreeable, overflowing with friendliness, and eager to make everyone feel special but almost to the point where it feels theatrical. At first, it looks Continue reading
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Tremor of Stars
Two rivers run, unseen, beneath The skin of stars, where silence keeps. One hums in shadow, one in flame, Yet neither knows the other’s name. A mirror breaks in a language lost, Reflections drift, count no cost. Bones of wind, whispers of rain, Folded inside a secret chain. Time blinks sideways, refusing doors, We are Continue reading
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Threads of Life: Soul, Magic, and What Comes Next
I’ve always believed that life is more than the minutes we spend walking around on this earth. Honestly, I can’t wrap my brain around the idea that everything like the trees, the laughter, the heartbreak, the tiny coincidences that feel like winks from the universe just exists to disappear. I’ve seen meaning everywhere I’ve looked, Continue reading
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Traveling Light: No Room for Grudges
Are you holding a grudge? About? I used to hold grudges. Like, really hold them. If you hurt me, you went into my mental file cabinet and I never forgot. But honestly, that wasn’t just me being stubborn, it was me being stuck. PTSD will do that. And let me just say this: PTSD is Continue reading
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If MBTI Was a Time Machine: Which Era Would You Belong To?
Okay, hear me out. I have this weird theory. Everyone secretly belongs to another time period, like, you’re sitting here scrolling on your phone, but deep down you know your soul is somewhere else entirely. Maybe in a candlelit Paris café, maybe on a hippie commune, maybe running around in shoulder pads in the 80s. Continue reading
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