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INFP as Words

This is not my idea, it's from @hiddenconviction post. All credit to them.

Introverted Feeling (Fi)

conviction, intention, devotion, congruence, sentiment, yearning, humanism, motivation, closeness, sacrosanct, resonance, idiosyncrasy, spirituality, self-absorption, relationship, character, authenticity, evaluation, intensity, appraisal, condemnation, liberty

Extraverted Intuition (Ne)

versatility, innovation, discovery, scatterbrain, essence, chance, semblance, correlation, diversity, potential, experiment, alternatives, options, brainstorming, connections, insight, paradox, metaphor, apophenia, guess, variants, coincidence, optimism, creativity

Introverted Sensation (Si)

sustainability, continuity, increments, comfort, well-being, flow, pleasure, homeostasis, expertise, magyver, lifestyle, convenience, satisfaction, caution, skepticism, storytelling, craftsmanship, habitat, quality, elegance, security, synesthesia, familiarity, detail

Extraverted Thinking (Te)

efficacy, management, productivity, organization, control, benefit, method, technology, justice, policy, expediency, economics, law, mechanism, utilitarianism, regularity, enforcement, correction, optimization, substantiating, evidence, operation, contingency

🐉 Dragon in a Kettle 🐉

“I need someone real, who will be right for me now, here, and soon.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950-1962

taking photos whenever you go out, is my thing

everytime i come back to tumblr it feels like ive opened a long forgotten beautiful book

Tumblr is the safest place to post rants and whinings cause zero acquaintance, zero expectation. Actually, it's not about 'expectations' but more about 'vulnerability'

“I don’t want to be pretty, I want to be deadly”

my favorite quotes about love

“i’ll take care of you.” “it’s rotten work” “not to me, not of it’s you” -euripides

“it’s not the whole truth. the whole truth is i am in love with him still” -if we were villians, m.l. rio

“if anyone does not believe in venus they should gaze at my girlfriend” -unknown

“heaven help a fool who falls in love” -ophelia, the lumineers

“i will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong” -lemony snicket

“the world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. the curves of your lips rewrite history” -oscar wilde

“but loving you is a good problem to have” -monster, adventure time

“life is the flower for which love is the honey” -byron

“i know the world's a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home” -panic! at the disco, northern downpour

“where you go i’m going so jump and i’m jumping” -achilles come down, gang of youths

“i can take care of myself just fine. all right?” “no” “what do you mean no?” “no” -dead poets society

“i just want to get groceries i pray you want to get close to me” -groceries, mallrat

everytime i come back to tumblr it feels like ive opened a long forgotten beautiful book

Medusa and Perseus by Doc Zenith

id rather jump into a supermassive black hole instead of taking my life myself

idk but do you guys ever look up from reading a book and get disoriented because you’re actually in your bedroom or lying on a couch or in a library or somewhere that isn’t the story?

Just INFP Things

Doing stupid or clumsy things because you forgot to pay attention to the real world again; walked into doors, burned your food, maybe ran a red light…

When someone is having feelings in your vicinity, you are having those feelings right along with them, even if you don’t know them or why they’re upset

Art vs. Science

Really wanting to have your life all organized and together, but also being the sort of person who just doesn’t do that

When you look at a thing and it reminds you of another thing but nobody else sees it and you become the “weird” one

Dropping everything you’re doing to Google something you got curious about, or draw an image that occured to you, or in any way indulging a sudden burst of imagination before it slips away and your boring life returns

Having to say “I don’t know how to explain it, it’s just this feeling” on a daily basis to a bunch of blank faces

Nobody seems to appreciate the value of a long walk by yourself

The sensible, logical voice in your head is constantly facepalming at all the stupid stuff you do, even though it told you it was a bad idea

Your best solution to potential problems is “I’ll just take to the woods and live with trees where nobody will care what I do”

“What are you staring at?”, “What are you smiling about?”, “Why the sudden gasp?”

When you’re focused on something important then you start thinking all these other thoughts about the thing and then it snowballs and you realize you have no idea what you were focused on to begin with

everytime i open tumblr, a voice in my head says, "oh i gotta read those books i bought to relate with these posts."

but shortly after another says, "nope!"

Barracks Home

by Tojo Suyemoto

This is our barracks, squatting on the ground, Tar papered shacks, partitioned into rooms By sheetrock walls, transmitting every sound Of neighbor’s gossip or the sweep of brooms The open door welcomes the refugees, And now at least there is no need to roam Afar: here space enlarges memories Beyond the bounds of camp and this new home. The floor is carpeted with dust, wind-borne Dry alkalai, patterned with insect feet, What peace can such a place as this impart? We can but sense, bewildered and forlorn, That time, disrupted by the war from neat Routines, must now adjust within the heart.

Judge me all you want, when I become a writer you’ll know. I’m not leaving this world without making an imprint on it. Mark my words.

Write about butterflies, write about your morning, write about the cup of chai you had, write about your crush that doesn't text you back. Write anything you love or colur like red and blue, cus eventually that will be yours, the true you

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like i quite literally have never been more passionate about anything than i am about the human race’s invariable desire to tell stories and the fact that we always find a way to do it, through spoken language and written language and body language and visual art and theater and poetry and oral tradition and a million other things. there are so many things we take for granted about the human experience that we never stop to think about but i really want you to take a step back and consider how fucking amazing it is that our need to tell stories transcends all boundaries of time and geography and borders and language. it is one of very few things that is legitimately intrinsic to human nature and i will never stop being completely in awe of humanity for that.

concept: me, laying in the sun on the softest grass imaginable. i have nowhere to go, no one to be

—reasons to keep a diary/written record of existence.

credits: 1. anais nin; 2. sophocles; 3. fanny howe; 4. @pigmenting ; 5. louise erdrich; 6. tristine rainer; 7. clarice lispector; 8. sei shonagon; 9. elaine feinstein; 10. susan goldsmith wooldridge.

i made coffee, and i was stirring it calmly, gazing into the empty space on my table wondering about how small i am, this world and how i'll find my "mate" and how'd i hug her just to tell her that she's warm, like those calm raindrops along with the sun shining and its making rays making their way through the thick layer of dark clouds.

I didnt realise it until now,

It was a leisurely feeling

quantum entanglement metaphorizes that everything in this world is connected in many of some ways no matter where you both are in the universe

i support the whole dont romanticize coffee addictions movement but someone should’ve told this to 13 year old me watching gilmore girls for the first time because so much shit could’ve been prevented

A Star’s Death

the death of a star is called supernova and i feel that its poetic, how beautiful he bursts his guts out

serotonin dose guys!

romance? like in those hozier songs? you know that’s not real, right?

do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general