He reminds me of Bob Saget.
He reminds me of Bob Saget.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
Who's the chick in the screamo picture?
And you look Manson-esque in that last one (not so much in expression, but in latent energy). O' the stryfe...
4w3-5w6-8w7
A friend from school. Imagine Allie, only ILE.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
Peoples' mouths are interesting when contorted.
4w3-5w6-8w7
I kind of look like my face is being sucked into a black hole inside my throat.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
in the unposed photo you really look IEI to me!
Is that your Dad in the first pic? He's a nice looking guy!
IEI-Fe 4w3
The one with both of us in helmets? Yeah, that's him. He's an EII.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
lol. The unposed photo is the only one that looks IEI. But it looks *exactly* like an IEI-Fe kid that I know.
Not a rule, just a trend.
IEI. Probably Fe subtype. Pretty sure I'm E4, sexual instinctual type, fairly confident that I'm a 3 wing now, so: IEI-Fe E4w3 sx/so. Considering 3w4 now, but pretty sure that 4 fits the best.
Yes 'a ma'am that's pretty music...
I am grateful for the mystery of the soul, because without it, there could be no contemplation, except of the mysteries of divinity, which are far more dangerous to get wrong.
I really do find that unposed picture to be the most genuinely me. I typically control everything about my self-presentation, from my clothes and posture down to my tone of voice, facial expression, and basically each word that comes out of my mouth, so to see me in that sort of vulnerable state is both refreshing in terms of seeing myself for who I am, as well as knowing that I am not quite fully externally machinated yet...
In every other picture, my eyes are either supercharged with acted emotion, or collected into my "picture perfect" self-presentation: friendly but cool exterior, accessible but appropriately aloof presence, blah blah blah wank wank wank. Even in the picture of me as a little kid, I'm putting on a show.
I feel like "I" show through in that last picture, and I cherish it for that.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
ILE.
Hello, my name is Bee. Pleased to meet you .