infp study hacks:
So us infp folks often really struggle with studying for a few reasons. Here are some tips for how to cope/overcome three of those reasons.
Your imagination won't let you focus.
This might sound weird, but stay with me... A trick I've found that works is acting like a character from my favorite book or movie, and pretending they are a genius explaining the topic I am studying to a group of people who are "not as genius." (Sherlock Holmes is a favorite character of mine for this role.) Instead of allowing your imagination to hinder you, use it to your advantage! Act out your studies.
You don't feel motivated.
This often stems from the fact that studying is monotonous. And honestly, tis boring to study. But I often find incorporating a little variety into the way you study really helps. Study on the floor. Use a timer to see how much you can learn in a certain amount of time - like you're on a very specific type of gameshow. Stop every thirty minutes or so and just do a whole bunch of jumping jacks to get some good hormones flowing. Basically, use your curiosity as a method of making studying exciting and new every time. Try new routines.
You can't get started unless you study "the right way."
Often times, infp's are perfectionists. We don't want to study unless we can do it perfectly, and we end up second guessing everything. ("Am I even going to remember anything?" "Do I know what I'm doing?" "Is this method working?") But instead of getting caught up in these paralyzingly negative hypotheticals, turn them into positives! Act as if you have a point to prove against these doubtful thoughts. Doubt your doubts! Because here's the thing about your doubts: just because you think them, that doesn't mean they're true. Tell yourself you are already a mastermind of whatever topic you're studying, and watch yourself transform into one.
I think I understand why you call yourself Atlas now.
You don't have to be a man to be so stony-faced,
Muscles frozen from a backhand's winter wind.
The weight of the world isn't so heavy, you tell me,
It's all you've ever carried, your back broken in a bow.
Do you bow to an audience, stony-faced girl?
Is it their mistaken applause you crave,
Or do you bow because it's all you know?
You're a beautiful performer, Atlas. That's clear to me,
You dance so gracefully across this shattered stage.
I hear you tell yourself the ringing in your ears
Was just the echo of an orchestra,
A symphony of shouts in minor key.
Don't you bow to this world, performer.
Bite the backhand with a smile.
Disobey this heartless world you know.
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if wired earphones have a million fans i am one of them. if wired earphones have ten fans i am one of then. if wired earphones have one fan i am that fan. so on and so forth i can’t remember the rest of this meme
theindianexpress / pascalchampion / hozier, ‘to noise making’ / titanic (1997) dir. james cameron / my chemical romance, ‘sing’ / abc news / dead poets society (1989) dir. peter weir / bertolt brecht
“Im hangry” the hell is that.
ok but life is too short to even really care. i am embracing shamelessness until shame does not exist in my dictionary at all
I pour my thoughts out of the window
(I don't need them anymore)
It drips on the roses of my garden
I watch their petals darken
warmth of the sun, ron hicks | from a letter to milena, franz kafka
alright besties here’s some of my poetry lol
you’re crimson shades of strawberry blue
hue so true I’m unable to pursue,
deluge slowly slipping down my soft spine
you’re more fine than divine deep red wine
smear my lipstick please my darling, oh doll
mumble prose, make me teeny tiny tall
I’m no longer afraid of my own downfall
no longer as stuffed as a vacant hall
cigarette butts you forgot to put out
I’m rough raw edges, why don’t you doubt?
the hem of your dress, I’m coming undone
if I can’t adore you then what can be done?
you’re venus’ envy and mercury’s lover
it’s best we can’t kiss, I’d no longer recover
unfit for your praises that I won’t refuse
I’m unworthy of thinking of you as my muse
i made a dead poets quiz! y’all can find out which of the boys you are!
https://uquiz.com/g86z3W
there you go hope you enjoy!