For the INFJ, all of reality is surreal. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets

For the INFJ, all of reality is surreal. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
Love is when you can be your true self with someone, and you only want to be your true self because of them. – Terri Guillemets