Sad-chochochip - Oblivious Cashew

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 🐉

taking photos whenever you go out, is my thing

“I’m going to go on a grand adventure someday, this I promise myself. I’m going to see places where I’d appreciate the aesthetic beauty of life and feel so exhilaratingly lost in the process. I’m going to meet people who have different ways of existing, being, and loving that I might be able to appreciate mine more. I’m going to write letters to friends and family at home telling them I miss them while I’m starting to figure out who I am, what I love, and where in my heart is the place where there’s nothing but faith in being capable in doing my best with having a life well-lived. And I hope whoever I have become when I decide to hop inside the car, explore the open road and drive back to the city will be enough to make me see things for the better.”

— Juansen Dizon, A Grand Adventure

people around me: *reading multiple books* *watching ongoing anime(s)* *Binge watching shows* *making art* *doing productive stuff*

me: *constantly daydreams about different scenarios including the portrayal of me and my inaginai girlfriend's runaway from home*

a summer like call me by your name >>

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.

"The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get."

—Joanna Hoffman

Me

i gave up, on me

im my only mine

and i gave up on me.

i have no value

and there's no worth to me

my efforts & my work

has proven nothing to me

stranger in the mirror

becoming more unappealing to me

i was my only mine

and i gave up on me

we were great together

for brief of time

it was a fun 'we'

i wasted our time

like gold but free

guess I'll never know myself

and whats holding me back

is this the voice of someone else?

or a deliberate devil inside of me?

well, i should not bother

and get used to things

as they are, maybe.

because, it's my ability

to not change, and waste my youth

probably.

its snowballing downwards

absorbing and destroying everything

the end won't be peaceful

the end won't be prettty

i owe my life to someone else

there is nothing in me

i was my only mine

and i give up, on me

doesn't it feels like authenticity is missing in our age's work and art. like yes, its beautiful but the essence of originality is absent and its defying the art's virtue

loggin back on here, feels like picking up that half read book and continuing with the story line