I would die for my INTJs. Love them beyond words. I want them to have everything good in life. They are the sweetest, most thoughtful people on the planet. And yes, they’re so good it’s hard not to suffocate them with the love and adoration they deserve. The hardest part is not being able to rain glitter on them 24/7. Plus I just want to stare at them, which is creepy, and not speak because they leave me breathless. INTJ=ethereal