An INFP’s Thoughts On Love

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What makes a person deserving of love? I’m loved or have been loved by quite a few people in this world. My mother loves me, of that I am certain, and so does my sister. Love is such an important part of our lives and for some reason, only now am I beginning to realise how very precious it is. Continue reading

Stay Safe, Dear Dreamers


I have more time than ever, now that I’m trying mostly to stay at home because of the coronavirus, to write blog posts, and yet, I find myself unable to think of anything to write about. I think, finally, after over 570 blog posts, I am running out of ideas. I went through something similar to this last year, I think, Continue reading

This Is What An INFP In A Bad Mood Looks Like


I’m in a foul mood. I’m utterly sick of reality. This is sometimes something only INFPs can relate to, the feeling that reality is so banal and dull that it feels almost horrific. This, I must tell in advance, is going to be a selfish rant, as I have nothing at all to complain about Continue reading

Where Do You Belong?


I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything on this blog, for which I apologise. The truth is, I just didn’t have anything to write about these past few days. I haven’t been doing anything special and because of the coronavirus, I’ve been leaving my house as little as possible. Continue reading

This Is What It Means To Be A Dreamer


For the longest time, I let people trample all over me because that was all that I was used to from the man I loved most in my life, my father. When it came to finding love interests in high school, I chose the most cruel and narcissistic boy to love. When a girl bullied me because she perceived me as a romantic threat, I shrank into myself and was afraid of her and let her ruin my reputation, because I had been taught to always be fearful of people by my father. Continue reading

A Deep Conversation (INFP-Style)


It’s been a while since I’ve written one of these heart-to-heart chats with you, dear dreamers, where I sort of just “sit down” with you and we have a deep conversation about life and everything in between. So, take a seat, lean back, relax, and let’s begin. Continue reading

When INFPs Show No Mercy

Again, it’s nearly 1 a.m. in the morning. Funny how so many of my posts seem to start at this time of the day, or should I say the morning. To be honest with you, I actually started this post three times over the course of the day but each time I sat down to write, none of it rang true; the beginning of one post was far too bitter and the other one meandered and went nowhere. So I’m starting again. Continue reading

An INFP Studying At University


Originally, I was doing a course in Library Science, with the intention of becoming a librarian—for what better job for a bookworm could there be than being a purveyor of literature?— but have since amended that and am now headed towards a degree in Media and Communications with a minor in Creative Writing. Continue reading

An Update On This INFP’s Life


Ah, my dear dreamers, apologies for my extended absence but for the longest time, I had no idea what to write about. Inspiration had run completely dry, and there was nothing exciting enough happening in my life to warrant me to write a blog post. To be honest with you, I still don’t feel as though I have a great deal to talk about, but for the sake of my readers, I decided writing a blog post was long overdue. Continue reading

A Chaotic Night


I don’t know why I always go after unavailable guys, and I’m kind of sick and tired of letting my happiness be dictated by them. As you can probably tell by the title of this post, it has been a nightmare of a night for me, mostly because I’ve been plagued by my own chaotic thoughts and emotions all night. Continue reading