I Really Like Being Pretentious And All But What I Actually Like Even More Is That I'm Genuinely So Invested

Books To Read For The INFJs

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

The Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

Circe by Madeline Miller

To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Recitatif by Toni Morrison

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

The Lord Of The Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman

listen bro. u gotta have frivolities or else life is meaningless

things to include in a letter to your overseas pen-pal

that one sticker you were saving

pressed flowers from a walk around your neighborhood

book quotes that made you laugh

paint swatches of colors that remind you of them

the local time of sunrise and sunset 

poems and movie quotes

meaningful song lyrics

polaroids of your desk space, or the view out of your window

cutouts of sheet music you used to play

phrases in your native language with translations

magazine cutouts

pages of old books folded into a small envelope

a secret about your hometown

newspaper clippings from the day of writing

coins from your country 

maps or drawings of your city

recounts of strangers you saw

teabag of your favorite tea

colorful stamps

Classic literature

To Night, Percy Bysshe Shelley 

 "Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon— Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, belovèd Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!“ 

“Hence I sit fearless on my goat, My naked charms displaying.”

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, from “Faust I”, published p. 1808.

English literature academia aesthetic appreciation post.

young and beautiful by lana del rey plays and I'm immediately seized by the desire to dress in a glorious suit and stare out the window longingly at my unrequited love who lives across the bay. who will never be with me.

i really like being pretentious and all but what i actually like even more is that i'm genuinely so invested in this hunt for knowledge that i'm on. like,,,, i do wanna know every work of shakespeare by heart and i do wanna read the night away draped over second hand philosophy books and a worn out volume of the illiad and i do wanna quote french poetry and oscar wilde at social events and i wanna be what history would call an intellectual and i wanna live and breathe these things i care about because i have a deep and consuming passion for them and i want to be as immersed in them as possible.

And the nights, bigger than imagining: black and gusty and enormous, disordered and wild with stars.