I’d like to remove the mask sometimes, but its difficult to live in the world when no one understands half the shit you really want to say.
INTP by “thisstartswithhate” found on Deviantart
We are architects.
We roam the empty streets that we’ve created.
We block out the ones who could help us most.
We are vain in our conquest to get things done. To create. To envision.
We are pressured by ourselves and self driven. Almost to a point of madness.
We are united and alone. Builders and constructors.
We are the ones who build the floor beneath you and the roof above.
We give no regard to our appearance, only to the appearance of our work.
We stress over the smallest of the details, refining it and reconstructing it until it is absolutely perfect.
We could care less about our families and friends and loved ones, or care to a point of obsession.
We are the worst sort of people. The ones no one wants, but everyone needs.
We die too young or live too long.
We are the ones who no one can understand. Or would want to put in the effort for.
We are the ones compared to geniuses and psychopaths alike.
We are alone.
We are architects. (via theintp)
INTP Problem #34
You come across something fascinating and emerge 7 hours later, looking mildly confused.