#non-perfection

[abbysimsfun]

I did an art!

I'm a writer in my soul, but sometimes I decide to attack a canvas. Since I know perfection is beyond my grasp, I'm always happy with the end result and I wanted to share some autumn vibes with the timeline 🍂🍁

Happy October, friends!

[letssomethingelse-blog]

Humans are not CLOTHS, That all the Creases can be IRONED

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[psiioniichearts]

Non-Perfection is the Real Perfect

We are the broken echoes. Never seen by the world. Never to show our fellows our true selves unfurled. What life is this? What life is ignored? Our lives without bliss? Us in a lonely fjord? But this... ...is who we are. Her, who is alone of many. Him, who's life (to everyone) means nothing. Her, with little friends, if any. Me, beaten down, clipped wings. But these...all these...LIES. Her, who is REAL of fakes many. Him, who's life (to his loved) means EVERYTHING. Her, with little friends that represent PLENTY. Me, beaten down, clipped wings... ...but I know how to FLY. All you lonely, forgotten ones that are angry and depressed. Realize that you can outrun even those who are the 'best'. You are a flower of hundreds the real one that can be crushed and wilt. You of all the fake flower heads the ones with real beauty: perfect built. True perfect is certainly not what others know and expect. Remember this instead of what you thought: Non-perfection is the real perfect.