I N F J; (listen) a mix for the gentle nurturer who is patient and intuitive; for those who inspire with the warmth of their hearts, but still maintain a deep and beautiful complexity; for the imaginative, the mystical, the passionate. the infj.
"live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the romance of the unusual"
i. heart of gold // neil young, ii. shine // birdy, iii. silence // bastille, iv. her breath is the wind mashup, v. elastic heart // sia, vi. honest // the neighborhood, vii. if // joni mitchell, viii. cedar lane // first aid kit
♚ She pushed upon both doors at once with the flat of her gloved hands, but neither one would budge. Locked and barred. “Let me in, you stupid,” she said. “I crossed the narrow sea.” She made a fist and pounded. “Jaqen told me to come. I have the iron coin.” She pulled it from her pouch and held it up. “See? V a l a r m o r g h u l i s.” The doors made no reply, except to open.
" (…)The north has nothing for us. Ice and war and pirates. We saw a dozen pirate ships making north as we rounded Crackclaw Point, and I have no wish to meet them again. From here we bend our oars for home, and I suggest you do the same." I have no home, Arya thought. I have no pack. And now I don’t even have a horse. The captain was turning away when she said, “What ship is this, my lord? ” He paused long enough to give her a weary smile. “This is the galleas Titan’s Daughter, of the Free City of Braavos.”
"She told herself that there were powers stronger than hatred, and spells older and truer than any the maegi had learned in Asshai. The night was black and moonless, but overhead a million stars burned bright. She took that for an omen… And when the bleak dawn broke over an empty horizon, Dany knew that he was truly lost to her. “When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east,”she said sadly. “When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When my womb quickens again, and I bear a living child. Then you will return, my sun-and-stars, and not before.”… She knelt, kissed Drogo on the lips, and pressed the cushion down across his face.”