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immaculatelyamiss · 24 hours
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Mt. Si
North Bend, WA
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hidefdoritos · 5 months
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Sometimes you just gotta make do with what's accessible to you.
I have to take meds first thing in the morning. If I don't eat food first, I'll be too nauseous to function. So I (sleepy and unmedicated) need to complete the tasks of feeding myself (triggering) and swallowing pills (complicated) at around 6:30 am (inhumane).
My daily breakfast is a Clif bar and an applesauce pouch. Sometimes also a Poptart (for morale).
Yes those have single-use plastics and foil pouches and aren't recyclable where I live. But right now they're accessible. Feeding myself independently, cheaply, without dishes, without triggering myself, so that meds get taken, is more important.
For anything else, I (sleepy and unmedicated) would have to venture into the shared kitchen (scary) and wrangle refrigeration, reheating, pans, and dishes (complicated) while remembering the meds (hard). Keeping easy food in my room next to the meds eliminates all of that.
So relax. Choose sustainability in every way you can, but accept imperfections. You don't have to crawl a thousand miles repenting on your knees etc. etc. Remember corporate greed is the worst polluter. Your personal needs are important. It's okay to make do with what you can, with what you have, where you are.
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nobeerreviews · 2 months
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We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.
-- Dejan Stojanovic
(Venice)
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thoughts on fanfiction, perfectionism, and being enough
I'm pretty sure I'm ill and half-asleep and the Good Omens fandom has destroyed my last tenuous grasp on reality, but I am making a post anyway not knowing what I'm going to say. Because that's what this site is for, is it not?
*holds out hand* *waits for you to take it* Hey, you know, you're never going to be done. You're never going to look at something you made and think it's perfect. It's never going to be enough. It's okay to stop and it let it be imperfect. The earth didn't just birth life into just the right conditions, it made creatures which evolved and went extinct, ice ages which ended, volcanos that destroyed life and volcanos that preserved cities for millennia. It made jagged rocks that would be smoothened by rivers and stomachs that would hunger, rivers that would flood and rivers that would run dry.
Create imperfect things and give them to the world. Let the world create from it in turn in an endless cycle. Like Milton on the Bible, like BBC with Sherlock Holmes, like anyone writing fanfiction of their favourite show... Let your creation be imperfect, so you can see all the million ways in which people try to perfect it. All the million ways in which perfection can exist. That's the beauty of fandoms and fanworks. It keeps the creation evolving, keeps it breathing and alive. It becomes the work of a million people, and carries their stories with it in a little back pocket.
And maybe we were made to be imperfect too. Our hair tangles just to be brushed, our arm itches just to be scratches, our hand clenches just to be held and unclenched. There are odd shapes that make us up but they fit in with everyone else's, in handshakes, in bridal carries, in a parent lifting a child, a rescue worker lifting a victim, a girl kissing her wife, a child hugging his toy, a person holding their hands in prayer or in pain.
I'm trying to remind myself of that, because it's so easy to keep wanting more, to believe that there will be a point at which I will be satisfied with what I have done. Even in this fandom, I look at my ridiculous summaries I accidentally wound up making, and look at someone's beautiful meta blog and I feel like shrinking a little bit. But in real life, I'm a designer and an artist, a reader and poet and songwriter, and someone who has been a writer the past eight years, if not all my life. Have I done enough to qualify for any of these roles? Who knows? It shouldn't matter to me, and it shouldn't matter to you, whatever you love doing or are doing.
It will never be enough, you will never be enough for yourself. Can we try to make peace with that little gap in ourselves that acts like a vacuum to keep sucking in more and more effort and things? It'll never be filled. That's okay.
*squeezes your hand before letting go* Isn't it amazing how imperfect and fucked up we all are? Isn't it beautiful that we don't have to sit and stare at statues we cannot touch, but we get stone that we can keep carving all we like? That creation starts with imperfection? I don't know if I'm making sense anymore, the medications are kicking in and my eyes are closing. But I love all of you, everyone who is a maggot and everyone reading this post, too.
Take this *holds out a seashell* it's pretty and it's broken and the animal that made it his home changed it, the sea changed it, and I hope you change it, too. That's all.
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let's be messy and imperfect and wonderful
[ID: marker art of a maned wolf coloured in deep oranges and reds beside messy handwritten text that reads "it doesn't have to be perfect and neither do you." The background is white, and the artist's signature reads @ watercolourcritters. End ID.]
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ksjanes · 1 month
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wabi-sabi (Japanese)
The beauty and appreciation of things imperfect & impermanent; accepting the flow of life.
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philosophybits · 9 months
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It says nothing against the ripeness of a spirit that it has a few worms.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human, 353
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rogersstevie · 5 months
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the world's a little more fucked up everyday i'm gonna save you from it together we'll outrun it just don't give into the fear
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wordsofwisdomandsoul · 10 months
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virtuouslibertines69 · 11 months
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"We all love imperfectly." — Elizabeth Strout, My Name is Lucy Barton
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blackswaneuroparedux · 9 months
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I believe in a set of values I cannot live by. I set high goals for myself, I seek perfection, dream of exotic faraway places. But ultimately, what I long for isn't far away at all. It's in my own backyard. Imperfection charms me, familiar things move me… a celebration of what we have, instead of what we long for. That for me, is glamour.
Isabella Rossellini
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immaculatelyamiss · 2 months
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giffingthingsss · 2 years
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nobeerreviews · 10 months
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I tell them that we can choose to be perfect and admired or to be real and loved. We must decide.
-- Glennon Doyle Melton
(Kaiserstuhl, Switzerland)
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yehrin · 1 year
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Imperfection
Janeway watching and worrying as her ex-Borg wife gets operated on...
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coughsyrupandvicodin · 9 months
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hiyori tomoe . regarding imperfection, loss/lack of self, and the sun .
emily palermo, what i could never confess without some bravado // andrea gibson // georges bataille, the dead man // @/hyenahunt on tumblr’s translation of conquest, originally by akira // @/honeytuesday on tumblr // nulut, fixer, // edvard munch, the sun ++ hafiz, the gift // @/ojibwa on tumblr // unknown // @/hyenahunt on tumblr’s translation of conquest, originally by akira
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