INTP Confession #140

I have so many words in my vocabulary that I seem to forget words more often than anyone else I know. Simple words, or complex ones, like my expansive library of words has become too great for my mind to hold and words keep slipping through the cracks. I remember the word I want to use, and I remember what it means, but I cannot for the life of me remember the word. Similarly, sometimes I use a word without truly remembering what it means, but I’m sure it fits its context.

INTP Confession #163

I’m an intp, yet I’m not that very great at all. I have ADHD, depression and possibly a mild case of schizophrenia and I spend most of the day detached from the “real world”. Oh yeah, and I hate science, for I cannot concentrate on anything that doesn’t stimulate me enough. Yeah I’m smart, sure, but it pretty much all goes to waste. So, honestly, fuck all type stereotypes. Some INTP traits are true for me, some are not. It’s like that for everyone. You form your type, it’s not your type that forms you. If you’re having thoughts, like “uhh I’m not like my type enough even though I took the test like 10 times and got the same results,” this is your call. You don’t have to match a label a 100% to be valid.

INTP Confession #165

I’m not that good at explaining my thought process though words, so I use art instead. I usually draw or paint.

INTP Confession #168

Sometimes when I’m excited, I stutter, slur my speech, and/or jumble words; it’s like I think too fast for my mouth to keep up.

INTP Confession #176

I tick almost every box as an INTP, but deep down, I’m extremely good at analyzing people, and every time someone tries to offend me, in my mind, I’m able to think of harsh insults that can really hurt them, but most of the time I just keep to myself. If I ever really do get into a verbal fight with someone, I know exactly where to hit and will show no mercy. I was just wondering if any of you guys do this as well?

INTP Confession #191

I’m lost. I advise others that you’re not suppose to be certain of life, yet I also want to be certain of life too. I don’t know what interests me anymore… I still write but… my words are so melancholy and they’re hanging around stars that hadn’t known how to make the sky glow again. I feel nothing… but I’m still really sensitive when I’m a nihilistic mess who wants nothing but to work out systems, yet such systems I can’t define at all. I ask how followed by a bunch of how’s. Why.

Re: INTP Confession #192

It sucks to see this since I was once that friend and I’m an INTP like you.

I was in a toxic relationship where my partner kept stealing, oops, I mean, borrowing things from me. It’s not like I didn’t try to stop it; my partner would return things at first, but eventually returned things less and less, until things stopped returning completely.

He was good at making excuses and I really liked him, so I wanted so hard to believe that he would eventually return everything, but of course that wouldn’t happen.

Friends tried to get me to leave this relationship before I could lose anything more, and deep down inside I knew my friends were probably right, but the other side of me wanted to stay with him, wanting so hard to believe that he was a trustworthy person, that his excuses were real, that he would eventually return everything.

I couldn’t stay with him, but I couldn’t lose my valuables, so I ended up staying with him and getting mentally torn apart wondering about whether or not he would keep his promises and return everything, until he took something too valuable and left me instead.

Now I look back at that toxic relationship wondering what was I even thinking, yet at the same time, I know exactly what I was thinking. I guess I was just too naive and hopeful.

I can’t imagine how it must have been like for my friends to watch me get hurt from the sidelines, not being able to do much to help it. I’m sure they thought I was stupid and illogical too, but toxic relationships can really do some psychological damage…

I’m just so sorry that you had to experience what my friends experienced with me, but like ENFP Confession #115 says, sometimes victims “keep seeing how good someone could be instead of how bad they actually are.”

INTP Confession #203

There’s really only two people I actually communicate with. I’m a little disappointed because even with them they don’t know so much, and I can’t and don’t want to tell them and never will. So, despite their presence - there’s this unrelenting sensation of being lonesome. Not necessarily feeling lonely, just this ceaseless reality of being apart from them - them being everyone. There’s an ocean between me and them, and reality. It’s all solely me, I know that. People have made attempts, and I’ve seen them. I’m always polite and return them shallowly, but there’s never any substance to it. There’s only this very, very quiet ache. Sometimes I think of it as interest, but other times I think of it as this heavily subdued throbbing. I almost wonder about returning them fully. I almost want too. It’s almost there, every time. But it’s never enough, never enough for me to exhume myself from whatever lonesome grave I’ve buried myself in. I never feel pain like I do when I think about this. It’s something akin to grief - for myself(I don’t like this thought). Almost.

Mr. MOON (number22) 

okay, It’s appropriate / fanart & character design 

Ok

If Byulyi dyed her hair…

THIS REMINDS ME OF MINHYUK THRILLER ERA 😆😆😆

moonsun’s new kdrama

160611 Gimpo Airport: (trans.)

How to be smooth greasy 101 by Moon Byulyi

Queen of Dance