Nineteen. Navajo. Architecture Major. Virgo (September 16). INTJ.
Frightening, isn't it? ^ Yes, well that's just how it is. Hmm. I never know how to describe myself. I'm not complicated, but my addiction to thoroughness and details has always made these spaces difficult to fill. Trying to explain that would emphasize those tendencies, so lets not. I would like to have the consistency autobiographies call for, but I change my mind too frequently for such things - I mean that in a good sense. I have ideas and opinions, but I'm always ready for better ones. I guarantee that even this small area will change continuously - if not to nitpick at its content or punctuation then to make the paragraphs appear more balanced because I am ridiculous for those sorts of things.
I'm closer to twenty than I would like - a month too close in fact. I don't care all that much for small talk - that's not to say I don't like conversation. I just have no talent as far as small talk goes. This can be misleading because my silence isn't shyness. I actually do talk … a whole lot. When I am not particularly enthralled with a conversation then I speak formally and everything I say I've probably already said before. I'm condescending and sarcastic when people mistake my niceties for something they might gain the upper hand with. When I do get a hold of good conversation I speak quickly, involving my arms, diagrams, and tell three stories at once. I can be rather frank. I know a sincere person when I see one and value them greatly.
I'm enthusiastic about everything. I am an observer. I change subject without notice. I can't tell a short story. I'm always moving my leg or tapping my foot or drumming my fingers - this is especially obvious after having been in a car with me. I am really restless, very fidgety, and a sleuth when it comes to learning who you are. I have a loud laugh for being so soft spoken. I like taking care of other people's health. I like classic novels. I love to examine hands and handwriting and you'll think I'm strange. I watch Avatar: The Last Airbender, Batman Beyond, and Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations with no shame. I like Sherlock Homes, Bruce Wayne, and Eugenio Recuenco for his style. I hate long flights. I read big useless books and enjoy them greatly. I read around four at a time and carry at least two in my purse. I've had a passport longer than Sarah Palin has. I hate reality TV and celebrity magazines and when people cry. Google says I am a Thinker and that I've been doing drag for five years.
| .NEEDS | |
. . . beauty, independence, knowledge, growth, honor, creativity, but above all things I seek WISDOM and -
sin·cer·i·ty sin-ser-i-tee
–noun, plural -ties. freedom from deceit, hypocrisy, or duplicity; probity in intention or in communicating; earnestness.
| .OWLSANDFULLMOONS |
"Tell me one last thing," said Harry. "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?"
Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry's ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure.
"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS
| "Who am I? I am who I say I am and tomorrow someone else entirely. You are too nostalgic, you want memory to secure you, console you. The past is a bore. What matters is only oneself and what one creates from what one has learned. Imagination uses what it needs and discards the rest -- where you want to erect a museum. Don't hoard the past, Astrid. Don't cherish anything. Burn it. The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge."
WHITE OLEANDER | LARRY: Well put me out of my misery. Do you desire me, because I'm being pretty fucking honest about my feelings for you?
ALICE: Your feelings?
LARRY: Whatever.
ALICE: No, I don't desire you.
LARRY: Thank you. Thank you sincerely for your honesty.
LARRY: You think you haven't given anything of yourselves. You think because you love us, or like us, or desire us, you think you've won.
ALICE: It's not a war.
CLOSER | "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
THE VELVETEEN RABBIT
  
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