I am a paradox.
Creative but logical.
Brave but shy.
Extrovert but introvert.
Optimistic but pessimistic.
Smart but stupid.
Sporty but lazy.
Romantic but realistic.
Normal but awkward.
Happy but depressive.
I’m sorry for being so bad at contacting you. It doesn’t mean I don’t care or don’t love you. I just get really absorbed by life and become so occupied by everything around me that I forget to keep contact. But I always come back and then it will always feel like no time has passed since we were together last.
Thank you for not giving up on me.
In my most natural state, I’ll be introverted for say, six days in a row, and then on the seventh day I’ll become very extroverted… Then I’ll have to go back inside myself… It’s something I can’t really control. It’s a bit like the ocean and the tides.
I’m a swot,” said James. “I read books all the time and I do not know how to talk to people. If I was a girl living in olden times, people would call me a bluestocking. I wish I could talk to people like you do. I wish I could smile at people and make them like me. I wish I could tell a story and have everybody listen, and have people follow me around wherever I went. Well, no, I don’t, because I am slightly terrified by people, but I wish I could do all that you can do, just the same.
Nothing but Shadows (Tales from Shadowhunter Academy #4) by Cassandra Clare
Do not see your shyness as a flaw or a defect. I’m sorry that society only applauds the bold, and therefore shoves quiet humility to the side - but just remember this:
No one acknowledges the incredible beauty of a rose slowly blooming, bud, petal, flower - yet when it reveals itself, all are in awe. And remember, a rose is only gifted to loved ones, appreciated by the sound at heart.
You are a work of art, and better still, a work-in-progress.
ENFPs: ( The fleeting delicacy of our own existence and the fact that anyone’s mentality could simply crash in on them at any point, that as a systematic creation we are so self deprecating and yet so advanced at
the same time, trapped in an endless limbo of creation and destruction )