Kristina. Things I like in no particular order: fun., tea, flowers, Harry Potter, fashion, Taylor Swift, nail polish, One Direction, fairness, pretending I'm funny, those really inky pens, pockets, Allstar Weekend, Mumford and Sons, and a lot more
I loathe when people think that I’m shy rather than introverted. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being shy, I’m just not, and they are two separate things. People cajoling me into social situations try to assure me that I “don’t have to talk to everyone” or that “everyone will love me.” Bitch, of course they will like me. I am delightful. I just find prolonged social interactions to be extremely exhausting.
I feel too much. That’s what’s going on. Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways? My insides don’t match up with my outsides. Do anyone’s insides and outsides match up? I don’t know. I’m only me. Maybe that’s what a person’s personality is: the difference between the inside and outside. But it’s worse for me. I wonder if everyone thinks it’s worse for him. Probably. But it really is worse for me.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (via heavyheartbeats)