Oh Wow.

Two years ago I was swimming in the sea in Croatia and I had this thought. It was a very weird feeling, my head was completely clear, I wanted it and I knew that what I see in my head now, is my future. I saw it so clearly and I remember the moment like it was yesterday. Nowadays I'm working to that exact goal, the first part is already in motion, I see it happening, I believe it's happening. It is truly mind-blowing, how we can manipulate the world around us just by focusing our energy, having faith, praying (whatever it means to you) and by reaching a certain level of... vibration, if you wish.

Types of People as Piratecore Things!

Leviathan: an ancient curse, unnaturally clear water, it goes down and down and is so very dark and you still can't see the bottom, shadows beneath the waves that are more unsettling when you stop seeing them, a pistol at your side, constant vigilance, knowing so much and so little, salt-sores, whispering, always a second away from a mutiny

Whale Song: leaning out over the bow, held up by your faith in your ship and in your own body, wind tangling your hair, broken harmonies falling like meteors from the ratlines, rough hands, knowing how to wash blood out of your clothes, screaming and yelling out to the endless expanse of blue just for the sake of it, running barefoot over the deck and pulling the splinters out one by one, poke and stick tattoos, your crew is your family and you live and die like blood and saltwater

Torn Sails: storms, thunder, toothy smiles and missing teeth, sharks, trusting your blade and nothing else, knowing how to fix broken things, a half-full bottle of rum, always drinking straight from the bottle, intricate tattoos, a story only you can read, maps sprawled beneath your hands, tearing and taking from the world with hungry eyes and sharp teeth

Gold: rich wine, tired eyes, rare smiles, crooked teeth, expressions you've never learned to school into a mask, never being satisfied, the glutted feeling of success, bloody hands, thick soled boots, superstitions, refusing to learn how to swim, strange foods from strange ports, the skeleton of a mermaid hanging in your quarters, piles of coins and artifacts, you've long ago forgotten to fear death

Treasure Map: adventure, lusting for the unknown, another land, another port, another mile from anybody and anything that could stop you, long gulps of alcohol, sleeping rarely, open eyes, you will touch every corner of this earth or you will burn it down trying, knowing every star in the sky by name, never needing or wanting a map, trusting your crew with you life, unwavering faith that the horizon is just another rule to be broken, crooked fingers from being broken and never set properly, scars on your shoulders and left leg, the sound of striking matches one after another

Bloodied Lip: give em hell, bloody smiles like the end of the world, the sound of cannonfire ringing in your ears, sore muscles, pouring alcohol on the cuts that score your body, half because you know what happens if you don't, half to feel the burning one more time, a grave bookmarked at the bottom of the sea, dull knives and false hopes, a shipwreck and laughter as your last words

Hopefully this will lift the heavy weight off someone's chest today.

reading vincent van goghs letters and he keeps repeating the same thing.. that i may be of use in the world. he repeats it over and over, in questions, in musings, in desperation. how can i be of use in the world? (the most precious question!) how can i be of use in the world? (how can anyone?) reminds me of that mary oliver quote: to pay attention, this is our endless and proper work. if i were any more insightful i could say something profound here, but i think if we keep focused attention on the question, we may find a way to be of some good. like rilke meant. by loving the questions themselves, we may one day stumble upon the answer.

Me: wants to be a mysterious, well read, outspoken, strong, adventurous, passionate and confident woman, who is still somehow ethereal and has the kindest heart, loves deeply and is always there to help.

Also me: is actually an obnoxious, introverted and weird person who is uncomfortable around people that she doesn't know (or just people in general), who can't use language properly, ignores everything and everyone and does spend the entirety of her time alone in her room.

HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT?! ARE YOU WATCHING ME RIGHT NOW?! Are we all the same fcking person?! What is happening?!

Why do you like pirates so much? WHY DO I LIKE PIRATES SO MUCH?! I'm genuinely curious and also a little scared of my new enthusiasm that came out of nowhere. I thought my pirate phase was finished ten years ago... well, apperently not and I'm a fool. And also, does it link to me uncovering my sexuality or do straight people fantasize about pirates all the fffff- time too? Is it a universal thing that we are all into piratee-stuff?

I want a cat so much, but I also know, that I want to change countries in a few years and I don't know what would I do with her.

But I want a cat. So for now, this is an appreciation post about cats in cute surroundings. Enjoy. 🙏

Margaret Atwood: femininity is a performance art course you will never graduate from and man is your audience

me: holy shit

the small but growing Mitski on my shoulder: femininity might be a performance art we will never be free of, but because you are aware of this, sometimes you will seek to perform only for yourself and no one else, and by that, we are starting to break free

me, sobbing: thank you, Mitski of my consciousness

“Pochoduji jako voják, kterému bubnují do kroku. Má duše mě opustila. Bloudí horskými stráněmi a hlídá zbytečné hroby.”

- Květa Legátová, Jozova Hanule

“I march in the rythm of drums like a soldier. My soul left me. It wonders through the mountains slopes and watch over unnecessary graves.”

- Jozova Hanule (translated by me)

INFJ Turn Ons

Wit

INFJs are…

drawn to intelligence and they want their partners to favor intelligence as well

extremely attracted to someone with an intricate and thoughtful mind

peaked by the combination of intelligence + a great sense of humor because it keeps relationships interesting, lively and timeless

extremely turned on by someone who is witty, well-spoken and somewhat geeky

observant of physical traits; however, are often more drawn to the internal aspects of a person

impressed by anyone who can respond well to and keep up with their banter and wit — respectively, very turned on by someone who knows how to make them laugh and impress them with their rhetoric (AKA being kept on their toes)

Kindness

INFJs are attracted to…

a kind-looking face with a bit of chill demeanor to it (e.g. some natural ruggedness or bareface/natural beauty)

someone who expresses equal love for others/nature + open-mindedness

someone who isn’t rude, big-headed, or seeks to put others down for superficial reasons

someone who helps others without it being known, asked or publicized to help others

kindness that doesn’t equate to weakness

treating others how they would like to be treated

a humanitarian outlook

Certain Kind of Eye Contact

INFJs weaknesses include…

not lustful, but intriguing looks—as if the person is seeing something more in you that they desire but consciously aren’t letting their face or bodily actions express it

the occasional locked eyes from someone gets the INFJ’s attention but might throw them off their game if the timing is right (which INFJ will secretly enjoy because they often times feel like very few people can get them off their game/surprise them)

contemplative but warm eyes

being able to naturally communicate with eyes (e.g. the glances that say enough)

Quiet Confidence

INFJs gets interested in…

someone who presents “I’m capable of being on my own, and I’m not likely to back down” + respects themselves

a certain amount of confidence, a mischievous twinkle in the eye or a saucy smile (AKA a bit of “trouble” without actually being distressing) + playful teasing

someone who is comfortable enough to be independent without flaunting it — always walking to the beat of their own drum

someone who has the courage to be their honest, true self and expresses willingness to keep growing as a person