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simplicity and humans don't mix.


simplicity is something human beings cannot be characterized by. we are anything but simple - in fact, we are one of the most complicated navigational terrains this world has come to see. there are so many factors to take into consideration when it comes to us - too many to name without excluding giving off the impression of generalization. but i will say there is an important one, one that should be acknowledged before you take that first step into the bodily territory of another being.

know that we are temporary in our ways, and that we all change without knowing. who you want to know now will not be who they were as the future becomes the present. so hold on to your days together because people change. memories don't.

thank you for reading. <3
xx Nicole Rose

Comments

  1. So true and sad. Like, I used to be friends with four people and they used to not be friends, but now it's the opposite; I've drifted apart when them and the four of them drifted closer together. In fact, one of them moved away and when they were asking each other where he went, I was the one who told them where he went (since I kept in touch with him) and they gave me this weird look. And in fact, if you're an INFP (like I am, perhaps you are one? I dunno. Kinda getting that personality type vibe from you though. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, searching up Myers-Brigg personality test) we are the most misunderstood out of everyone.

    xoxo Morning

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  2. True. We're anything but simple. Constantly changing and picking up things from out surroundings. Beautiful post :)

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  3. Agreed. Humans are as complicated as they come. The word is, in fact, a contradiction to us.
    Great post :)

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