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Advisor (INFP) - each has an area of insight that the other lacks. INTJs give INFPs structure and order to their lives (Te), while INFPs help them develop their hidden emotional side (Fi).

Cohort (ESTP) - mutually drawn into experiential escapades. They share dominant and inferior functions (Ni and Se), but reversed, so an experience that is familiar to one of them will be like an adventure to the other. 

Companion (INFJ) - similar modes of expression: bear each other’s company well. These two Ni types will find that they are quite comfortable with how they share their outlook on life.

Complement (INTP) - compatible strengths with opposite emphases. They’re both good at analysing and critiquing, but have completely different functions so they’ll be placing importance on different things - INTPs on theoretical framework and INTJs on application. 

Supplement (ISFP) - like Pal, but functions are farther removed: each can add to the other’s strengths. With the same functions in a relatively different order, the INTJ and ISFP compensate for one other’s weak points.

Tribesman (ENFJ) - share a sense of culture, but with different interests and abilities. Since they both have Ni they’ll be perceiving the world similarly, but making decisions and behaving differently in general.

Anima (ESFP) - fits Dr. Beebe’s description of the anima/animus: each is the other’s inferior (4th) function. Each will feel like they’re getting to know a rejected part of themselves. 

Contrast (ENTP) - point and counterpoint on each function. They’ll intrigue each other by seeing opposite sides of the same coin, but this disparity could also lead to disagreement.

Counterpart (ESTJ) - perform similar functions in totally different realms. INTJs will plan and organize in the world of concepts and visions, while ESTJs will do the same with people, rules, and processes.

Enigma (ISFJ) - a puzzle: totally foreign in nearly every facet. With their entire functional sets in reverse order, the mystery that one sees of the other can either fascinate or repel them.

Identity (INTJ) - same types: a typological mirror-image. A couple of the same type will find much in common, but may offer little in the way of personal growth. 

Neighbor (ISTJ) - arrive at the same place by variant processes. Both can reach agreement easily through similar communication styles (Te), but since they have completely different internal processes (Ni vs. Si) they may not be able to relate on a deep level. 

Novelty (ESFJ) - intriguingly different: interestingly so. With nothing in common in terms of functions, an INTJ and ESFJ can easily be attracted to one another, but have significant communication barriers to overcome. 

Pal (ENTJ) - work and play well together: minimal natural type conflict. An ENTJ is similar to an INTJ, but not extremely so; one can manage the external world while the other manages the internal. 

Pedagogue (ENFP) - each is both the other’s mentor and student: has a “parent to child” feel. With a shared “N,” they take in information abstractly, which acts as a springboard for exploring their many differences. 

Suitemate (ISTP) - a person one might be comfortable sharing an office. Prefer similar climates, but don’t necessarily have much in common as far as goals or world view. An INTJ would probably get along peaceably with an ISTP, even though they might split off into their own activities.

I wonder if I’ve already encountered each type, or will I be able to?

The allure of the sea
is completely different
at night

The familiar salty breeze
caressing my skin
corrodes thoughts
more than usual

As far as I look
a stretch of darkness
An immediate fright
broken only
with alien lights
twinkling on the
indefinite horizon

I don’t know where
the sea ends and
the sky starts
A mystery brought
by this impenetrable night

With the crashing waves
In this moonless evening
The vastness of everything
leaves my thoughts and emotions
stirring

Just when the tides of darkness
was about to swallow my being
I felt a tap on my shoulder

“Let’s go”

I forgot one thing
This time,

I am not alone

I never thought
I would find
a brand of love
echoing my own

It’s hard to define
Not easy to grasp
It is one I have
struggled to refine

Where distance
plays a major part
to keep us from
collapsing on
ourselves

A balance of
esoteric proportions
Unorthodox
But to us,
familiar

Even
intimate.

As ironic as
that may sound
The two of us
understand,
believe and
love

Connected like
binary stars
in a distant galaxy

People can only
theorize how
our system works

As we both
shine brighter
with the passage
of time

Two stars
but in fact only
one

They say summer is made up of long days and short nights. I feel, however, mine consists of long days and even longer nights. Days of relentless heat searing my skin and peeling away layers of my already thin body. I would waste away long after the sun has set, my heart left bare coming into the night. Nights spent sitting by the window for a small reprieve from the battering heat of the day, but not without an ill wind carrying useless memories and unreasonable thoughts in between moments of looking at my empty bed and then out to the heavens thinking how much longer will I be able to take this. I glance at the clock and realize barely ten minutes have passed. This summer is proving to be such a struggle, unlike every other in years past. I can’t imagine how I’d fair in the rainy season. With its dragging days and long chilly nights, there is no escaping loneliness. But that’s about a month from now.

I have to get through summer first.

Shades of red fill my head
Viscous thoughts
impossible to escape
All I’m able to do is give in
As I feel it oozing out of me
From my mind through my body
Imagination transitions to reality
I watch as blood trickle from my wrists
Shades of red in my eyes
My crimson thoughts materialize

In all my writings
I just want to say one thing
Fuck, I am lonely

I gazed up into the heavens one night
As a sort of reprieve from being down
I saw the crescent moon
Radiant against the black velvet sky
Despite its magnificence
What captured my thoughts was this

An eye flushed with tears
Looking down
Staring away

Even gods experience sadness
Unable to look to the heavens
They stare down the earth
With tears welling up
Glimmering jewels in the night

At the edge of my sight
I notice something fall
A shooting star?
No.

Tears

If only I smiled
each moment our eyes met
You might have smiled back and
we ended up as friends

If only I let my guard down
be my stripped-off self
Maybe you would have noticed me
Flaws and all, but also true and free

If only I said hi,
wished you luck or even just goodbye
That could have been our moment together
Or at least an impression left to remember

Dear Luna,
Come, face the light
Luna, darling
Reveal your maria
The sun scorches, I know
Your flaws and scars
They show
But my dear, please recognize
You are the moon
A pearl in the ocean of blackness
Even though sunlight burns
when reflected through you
Rays shine like no other
A curtain of silvery inspiration
From darkness
A transition
As you embrace all radiation
Gaea appreciates
your compelling illumination

I am once more
in the writhing path of
lies and deceit

Endless trails of shadows
foreboding
Unkempt terrain
Nothing is certain

Leaves fall
Exsiccated on the floor
Earth devours the truth
Never will it take the same form

I ventured in darkness too deep
A labyrinth
of lies and deceit

By my trembling hands
truth is entombed
Benumbed
I carry on