We're All Kind Of Weird And Twisted And Drowning.

“He who is of high rank would do well to notice everything good about other people. In this way one keeps them in a state of pleasant dependence.”

—Daybreak, §278 (edited excerpt).

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 🐉

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

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'

The way this quote slips through my ribcage and strangles my heart

It's so frustrating

Oh my god i love the moon!! I can't believe she's just out there, floating!! And it's free for us to look at her!!! We can just open the window and she's there!! Looking over us! She's a mother, a daughter, a lover, a secret-keeper, and so much more!!!

sometimes you gotta art yourself beacuse nobody else does :)

sorry professor i did not do this asisgnemtn becuase i was too sad! NO consequences please. goodbye

The Goldfinch - Carel Fabritius (1654)

A goldfinch is sitting on its feeder, chained by its foot. Goldfinches were popular pets, as they could be taught tricks like drawing water from a bowl with a miniature bucket.This is one of the few works we know by Fabritius. He painted the goldfinch with clearly visible brushstrokes. He depicted the wing in thick yellow paint, which he scratched with the handle of his brush.