My soul is a jester crying with a giant hole in it's chest.
The consensus among my friends is that mine is:
Ne > Ti > Si >> Te > Se >> Fe > Fi > Ni
On a good day when I feel grand:
On a bad day when I feel angry:
And what it looks like when I'm normal:
"... generalities are intellectually necessary evils. Not philosophers, but fret-sawyers and stamp collectors compose the backbone of society."
Originally Posted by MacGuffin
ayoitsStepho is becoming someone else. Actually her true self, a rite of passage.
Pick your poison.