Kissing in the rain.
Finding something you havent seen in years.
INTJ:Purple ink in a gold tipped fountain pen.
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An ironed Sunday Times.
A personal library filled with leather bound books.
A perfect Scotch and soda.
INFP:Shooting stars on a warm June night.
A tattered paperback copy of a classic novel.
A cotton printed dress with Birkenstocks.
ENTP:A marble statue at a NYC art museum.
A fresh Moleskine notebook.
A vintage full manual camera.
A cappuccino in a paper cup.
The sound of rain on a window.
INTP:A lamp glowing in a dark room.
Thick glasses, pushed up on their nose.
A notebook with pages torn out of it.
The smell of boiling Top Ramen.
ENTJ:A colorful Excel spreadsheet.
Dancing to music in the kitchen.
The feeling of weary success after public speaking.
Wrapping gifts while watching Christmas movies on TV.
ISTJ:Opening a package youve been waiting for.
The scent of ivory soap.
A big box store thats perfectly organized.
ENFJ:The smell of a new car.
Going out with your friends, laughing over overpriced mixed drinks.
The satisfaction of things going according to plan.
The snapping sound of closing an expensive jewelry box.
ESTJ:The smell of printer ink.
Black coffee in a travel mug.
The sound of hanging up dry cleaner bags.
Buying holiday decorations for cheap directly after the holiday for next year.
ISFJ:Holding a brand new kitten and deciding on a name for it.
Queen Annes lace waving gently in a field.
A quiet sense of adventure and excitement, like waking up for a 3 AM flight.
ESTP:The lights of the Las Vegas Strip reflecting in a pair of sunglasses.
A storm brewing at the edge of town.
A concert full of lights and sound.
An empty shot glass and the smell of cigarettes and old leather.
ESFP:The pulsating lights at a club.
The smell of cheap alcohol and expensive perfume.
That feeling you get before you get a daring haircut.
ISTP:That feeling you get driving on a foggy road at night.
Looming evergreen trees in a National Park.
A redone vintage car.
Bright eyes filled with wonder.
ESFJ:Petit four in neat paper frills.
A loose braid swinging behind its owner.
A clear forest pool.
Short nails, neatly bitten down.
Talking in a low, happy voice in front of a fire.
INFJ:A priceless work of art, tacked to a wall.
A long black overcoat with half a bag of Skittles in one pocket.
Walking through a silent city at 2 AM.
A cottage in the mountains, half obscured by morning mist.
A vintage record spinning silently.
ISFP:Jeans that fit exactly right.
A mystical shop, stuffed full of books and curiosities.
That feeling of finally discovering your destiny.
Finding a secret menu item from your favorite restaurant.
The quiet noises of a small hamlet town awakening to a crisp fall day.
