for the love of solitude

I don't know what's waiting for me on the other side; I'd dare to take a leap and see.
PS. I'm not me when I'm hungry.

Why INFPs can seem like ENFPs


We infps can carry with us a reputation of being the most extroverted introvert.
Now, this does not mean that we are less introverted than other types, it simply means that a lot of us may appear to be talkative and bubbly, making people think that we’re social. Well…JOKE’S ON YOU!
The only reason we come across as social butterflies sometimes is because we genuinely do love people and we love talking too…BUT all this talking ends up draining our energy at the end of the day as opposed to enfps, whom it would fuel.
You think we talk a lot and tell you everything?? Ha. We do not talk half as much to other people as we do to ourselves and a lot of infps have a way of making really little things interesting with our quirky chattiness but the truth is, nobody, not even people that we call our closest really know what goes on inside our minds and we like it that way.
How much ever we seem to be bursting with stories and chat away, at the end of the day there is always the need to get away. To isolate ourselves from everyone and recharge.
The times when an infp feels truly at ease is when we are alone or alone with someone that we can share our world with. It’s when we drink our coffee in silence, lost in our thoughts. When we forget how words are supposed to come out of our mouths because there are so many in our heads.
So really…please don’t think that you know us because the only way you start to understand us is by knowing that you won’t.

I could have
put on my defense
had I known this way
is how it ends.

Have had enough of
your false pretense;
never will I count on
a piece of shit again.

— of bullcrap and betrayal

Someone surprised me with a late birthday present. Finally, I get to own a loom bracelet! I’m a late loomer, yes. :)

And I so love the noir version of the two—nostalgic. All thanks to vsco.

You and I, they think we are alike;
our huge opposing views, they cannot identify.
The way we do behave – like rocks crashing against
the waves – ceases to show and remains unseen, and so,
they have no knowledge of what is underneath.

Truth is, you and I, we do not coincide;
our way of thinking was never synchronized.
The likeness of us two, I’ve long enough dismissed;
no matter what they insist, we just don’t coexist.
We don’t.

There will come a time when you want to cut off all your hair. Do it. Realise that the thing you want rid of doesn’t lie in the long curls that frame your face so perfectly. Live with short hair for a while. It’ll grow.

You won’t always want to talk to people. That’s okay. When it’s late and you hear your friends talking in the next room, you don’t have to join them. You’re allowed your solitude. It makes company sweeter and it teaches you how to survive alone. You will need that skill.

In the winter, you’ll believe that nothing will ever grow again. You’re wrong. Every year, London looks like it’s on its last legs, wheezing through those last cold days in March. Every year, spring comes like an explosion and the city shakes off its sleep.

Mundane problems will get the better of you sometimes. Don’t worry. Try as you might, life cannot be an endless, beautiful, intense moment. Find comfort in money worries and late trains; they’re a welcome rest in between heartbreaks and breakdowns.

People will call you a cynic, a wry smile on their faces. Pay them no mind. You alone know that you are capable of a love greater than anything they can comprehend. You alone know that you are not willing to sell your identity and respect to the first smirking halfwit to pass by. It is not cynicism. It is reverence for your own vast and fathomless heart, and it makes sense only to love someone who understands that and is awed by it.

You will not always get what you want when you want it. Accept it. Your goals are not set in stone and you are not on a fixed trajectory. Sometimes, life will take its time and you will have to play the long, interminable game. Play it well and with as much grace as you can muster. Live at your own pace.

At night, you will occasionally wake up afraid, wanting to die. Don’t give in. Night plays its tricks, but you are not so easily fooled. Your mind will play its tricks, too. It will make you believe that you’re not who you are, but you must not give in. You take a breath and you tell yourself that you are here. That you always were.

Practical Advice for Difficult Women (#20 - 9th December)

(Source: blood-and-magic)

I don’t care what you might think about me
You can vibe without me if you want

Unusual conversations happen while you wait;
It seems like a good time to tell about your love’s and hate’s.
As the other listens attentively to what you say;
And vice versa, you do the same.

 Train comes in twenty minutes;
Stories unfolded ‘til nineteenth digit
And then it’s time to finally depart
He smiled, you knew—
this could just be a new start.

Unusual conversations happen while you wait;
It seems like a good time to tell about your love’s and hate’s.
As the other listens attentively to what you say;
And vice versa, you do the same.

Train comes in twenty minutes;
Stories unfolded ‘til nineteenth digit
And then it’s time to finally depart
He smiled, you knew—
this could just be a new start.

Rachel Cohn and David Levithan, "Nick And Norah’s Infinite Playlist"

Rachel Cohn and David Levithan, "Nick And Norah’s Infinite Playlist"

I refuse as much
as I want to take.

To have more of one’s
attention, affection—
that is what I crave.
Much to my dismay,
I tend to not pursue
because someone had
once told me:

having more also means
having more to lose.
—A Fear Of Losing

derangedstorms: Philippine literature has a new wave of books that quite interest the youth today: Wattpad fiction. Wattpad is a website that allows its visitors to read and write novels, and the said books — such as She is Dating the Gangster, Diary ng Panget and Break the Casanova’s Heart — were once published on the World Wide Web, before they rose to phenomal fame. But then, while they DID capture the hearts of many teenagers today, others disdainfully remarked that those books are insults to literature, particularly creative writing students and English majors. They claim that because of these books, Philippine literature is plunging into ultimate lows, what with the grammar, structure, style and not to mention, the content. The latter is not substantial enough, they say, and that the plots are overly repetitive: the underdog chances upon a bad boy, and unexpectedly, they turn out to be an item.

With that, those students would debate, the youth of today is now exposed to literature with no morals. Those books only explore shallow depths; teenage love and ONLY teenage love is the central focus here. That then makes them fear the effect on those books on teenagers: that they would grow up into brainwashed dimwits whose only goal in life is to score a boyfriend/girlfriend at such a wee age, and because of that, our generation wouldn’t progress much come the time we are all that’s left to run a nation.

This raises the question, then: What should the youth today read? Of course, one would say that teenagers of this day and age should read books that would develop their linguistic skills and shape their minds. That way, this generation would have the knowledge and intellect that would propel us to greatness, indeed. And with this, writers could write books that we could pride on internationally and level with the works of foriegn literature. This, again, brings us back to the question: What should the youth today read?

The answer, my dear friend, is not classics — definitely NOT classics, not yet.

Yes, they are great books, but they aren’t doing much, truth be told. This is the mistake the education system today is committing. They are imposing too much on the youth such difficult and great pieces of literature that they don’t do squat; they don’t at all. Nowadays, students are expected that they understand the works of Jose Rizal, Francisco Baltazar, William Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Jane Austen, Leo Tolstoy, Charles Dickens, Homer… They are amazing, no denying that, but in the eyes of students? Boring boring boring… What do they know and what do they care about corruption, greed, war, pride and revenge? Those were what concerned people of a different age. This is the 21st century already! They need books in which they could relate to, which speaks TO them. High school should require books that do exactly just that — books they could relate to and LEARN FROM as well. But what books could actually achieve such? Quality young adult novels on self identity and discovery, that is what. This is because it is in your teenage years that you begin to ponder with all intensity: who am I? What am I worth? What is the purpose of my life? Thus, we need literature with characters that ask the same things themselves — the readers then would embark on journeys of the pursuit of who you really are and they will root for the characters on the way — unbeknowst to them that, hey! I am learning! Cool! I love books! That would then create a bridge for them to explore and appreciate classics — it must be a step-by-step process of loving books — when their minds are now critical and open enough to maneuver those.

But what happens in a classroom setting? Students are made to analyze but not truly READ. Because of all this, they are conditioned to think that reading lengthy books with proper composition (not written this way, which Wattpad books would have! :p =)) OMG gwapo nya kyaaaaa..) is associated with studying (which they despise) Thus, they don’t read, and they are unaware of the fact that young adult books that aren’t difficult to read but are substantial AND entertaining are within reach. Since they don’t read books that ought to be devoured and seized up by people their age, they hurdle through their teenage years with confusion and doubts, thus, they divert their lives and seek out identity in a significant other, which, quite frankly, is the problem here: they are awashed in this delusion that love — and only love — could mend their need for happiness that they forget that your worth isn’t based on just that.

This is what the Wattpad books seemed to have augmented to.

When in reality, we don’t realize how literature — like media — could impact society in many ways that we could imagine.

But there is hope. There is always hope. The challenge here for grown-ups is to instill to the youth a love for books without compromising literary quality. This would then develop writers who could write literature with quality and substance, and of course, while capturing what the youth is all about… That is, more than just teenage love. People would then realize that at the end of the day, you are more than just that, and that you may fall in love and you may have your heart broken and shattered along the way, but you know within yourself that it isn’t what life is about because you have yourself, and you are in touch of who you truly are, which no one could never take away from you.