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(via not-just-an-urban-outfitter)I must always remind myself of this.
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“If someone wants to be a part of your life they’ll make an effort to be in it, so don’t bother reserving a space in your heart for someone who doesn’t make an effort to stay.” —
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I hope that someday,
somebody wants to hold you
for twenty minutes straight,
and that’s all they do.
they don’t pull away.
They don’t look at your face.
They don’t try to kiss you.
All they do is wrap you
up in their arms,
without an ounce of
selfishness in it.
“” —
“About 20 percent of people are born with a personality trait called sensory perception sensitivity that can manifest itself as the tendency to be inhibited, or even neuroticism. The trait can be seen in some children who are “slow to warm up” in a situation but eventually join in, need little punishment, cry easily, ask unusual questions or have especially deep thoughts, the study researchers say.
The new results show that these highly sensitive individuals also pay more attention to detail, and have more activity in certain regions of their brains when trying to process visual information than those who are not classified as highly sensitive.
Individuals with this highly sensitive trait prefer to take longer to make decisions, are more conscientious, need more time to themselves in order to reflect, and are more easily bored with small talk, research suggests.
Previous work has also shown that compared with others those with a highly sensitive temperament are more bothered by noise and crowds, more affected by caffeine, and more easily startled. That is, the trait seems to confer sensitivity all around.”
l'arte d'arrangiarsi;: i am constantly building mountains with no bridges in between and you... -
i am constantly building mountains with no bridges in between and you are happily contributing to the mounds with your amount of bull and fool-me-once/fool-me-twice/fool-me-too-many-times charm and i can’t take it anymore. your unsteady hands keep feeding my already shaky faith on what i thought…
