I’m an INFJ. I’ve taken the test ad nauseum and that’s the type I’m pinned with; which is totally fine with me. The percentages of J and P do ebb and flow a bit, depending on the day, mood and circumstance. However! The letters remain, regardless of percentage.
You are always welcome to live out your heavy doubts and fleeting guilty pleasures in my dreams, anytime.
I’m tired of feeling like I have to fit in somewhere. I’m exhausted by these underhanded expectations, wedging me into some gross, cookie-cutter, societal niche; tired of not giving myself permission to be the beautifully dark soul that I am. Ever since I was small, I was drawn to the melancholy, the misunderstood, the macabre, the pain. I wanted to… Read More
BOOK INTRODUCTIONS BORE ME. As do acknowledgements, forewords, prologues, and prefaces. My brain gets impatient. And here I am forcing an introduction on you. I promise it’ll be quick and painless.
I’m not here to validate your assumptions. I’m not here to help you “get” who I am or who I’ve become. I’m just… here. Taking up small space in one of our universe’s amazingly complex galaxies. And maybe…just maybe, I’m here to help you uncover who you are. I’m just a mirror. Hell, we all are. Maybe you like what… Read More
The other day I wrote a little over 2,400 words. I don’t use a fancy word count app, or even know where to find those things on my laptop. I count manually, from the place I start writing to where I stop; and that’s only if I really want to know how writing my past traumas, measure up against numbers…. Read More