#infp writer

[writingmoments]

No one:

Absolutely no one:

Me: Mary Shelly wrote Frankenstein when she was 19. I'm a failure.

[clownbti]

INFP stirring up an overly angsty plot for convenience purposes

Fi: Angst.

Ne: Worldbuilding-

Fi: Angst!

Si: Writing style-

Fi: ANGST!

Te: Fi is weird.

Fi: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGST!

Si: Okay, but Fi, we have to come up with an actual plot that attracts-

Fi: No. Angst. >:(

Ne, to Te: I hate when Fi gets high on caffeine.

Te: Mhm.

Te: Fi, we can have angst, but we have to come up with characters, setting, time-

Fi: Mental disorders. Ah yes. Essential. Suicidal thoughts. Tragic ending. I need all the aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Ne-Si-Te: :/

Fi: -AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Si: *taps foot impatiently*

Fi: -AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Te, to Ne: Can she even hold her breath that long?

Fi: AAAAAAANGST.

Ne: … Fine.

[introverted-n-anxious]

Introvert Problem #1

Having to show up 20 minutes early for Body Pump because I absolutely have to be in the back row.

Because otherwise I'll be able to feel everyone's eyes on me, judging my form, laughing at how light my weights are...And any errors in coordination will cause me humiliation.

The reality: no one gives a fuck what I'm doing.

INTROVERT PROBLEM #2

The girls who are usually in the back row are secretly hating me and talking about me stealing their place. 😓

[cyborgwithgreathair]

In which typos take things to a whole other level

A text conversation between INTP, ENFJ and INFP (Bec)

INTP: Anyways, I would like to sleep.

INFP: Good luck with that.

INTP: I feel like I'd have a lot more success if I was in bec

INFP: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAH

INTP: *BED

INFP: You would have NO success if you were in me.

INFP: I am currently in hyper writing mode.

INTP: EVERYONE TAKE NOTICE OF HOW CLOSE THE 'C' AND THE 'D' ARE ON THE KEYBOARD.

INFP: Oh, I'm aware. But it doesn't make it any less funny.

INTP: ENFJ is being suspiciously quiet

INFP: She's probably dying of laughter.

INTP: RIP ENFJ.

[infpconfessionsoflife]

Admin Confession

I listen to music, it gives me what I need to get through many things. But when I write and I hear a song and it catches me in the right way sometimes a character is born. I don’t know their names, but I know who they are to a degree. I don’t know if they are bad or good or just what color their soul is. Some come to me full grown, some are children, but I love them the same. They tell me more about themselves as the story they are placed in grows. Some surprise me with their actions, some I grow to love the more they reveal themselves to me when I thought they would only be a side character. They win me over, what can I say? But to say that I hate any of them, I can’t say that. But I remember the song that they came from, and it takes me back to their fundamentals and the thing that gave them their start. The frame of mind with which they came. 

I guess it’s just my creative thought process...

[graceyloveswriting-blog]

i’m right here

i know what you do in your room all alone

i know how the tears on your pillow are now a part of the fabric

how your comforter used to be white but now it's blue as the ocean

how the air smells like the sea--the coast

salt

i know what you say to the dark

when it presents itself as your only lover

you think it's black cape can wrap you in and hold you tight

but soon, you'll forget how to breathe

and the sun won't come up in the morning

i understand only you can hear your cries

and only you can drown in the ocean you swim in

but i also know how only you can pull yourself out

there's an island not three feet from you

if you dare to look

but that is what's scary isn't it

looking up

imagining sunlight coming through darkness' cape

imagine it falling away

i understand

night is safe

night is warm

night also hurts

it's barbed wire wrapped in cotton

it's pretty nails picked to the nub

it's type writers falling off mountains

it's wooden desks burning

it's words

lost

and it's you

at your very worst

huddled up in a ball

too scared to look beyond your fingers

but take my hand

follow me

i will lead you to the light

and guess what

you'll be okay

you'll be better than okay

you'll finally be you

and hun

that's enough

[writingmoments]

Self-doubt: so-

Me: No.

Self-doubt: what do you mean by no?

Me: No. I am going to write this chapter and enjoy every second of it.

Self-doubt: so what do I do...?

Me: sit there, and Come back when I'm editing.

[writingmoments]

*me always writing fluff and romance*

*a couple of months in quarantine.*

Me: and this is a short story about a guy who murders his whole family.