Perfection is ugly

Each one of us has a bad side, well not really a bad side but areas where we can improve/ things we suck at. Sometimes, don’t we wish we were perfect? and we try to chase perfection every day . So lets consider an hypothetical example, lets say you are perfect. You’ve got the perfect body, a beautiful face, you’re the smartest and everyone wants to be you. 

Wow, wouldn’t that be awesome? Lets try and answer some questions keeping our hypothetical scenario in mind. 

  1. What do you wake up for? When you open your eyes in the morning, what makes you get out of your bed? Why would you even exist if you are perfect with no flaws? 
  2. What’s your purpose NOW? Its simple, right now we have a purpose. The reason why we do things we do is to get better right? Its because not only do we want to give something to this world but also to get that award, to win the nobel prize

    , to write that book, to act in that show, to open a shop, start a fashion line. You see, we have these goals and we start working towards them and we never get it right the first time. There’s a reason for that, once we fail, the whole incentive of getting better keeps living possible. When you dreamed about having these goals, what made you practice your craft every day? Imperfection. 
  3. Where’s the struggle? The other day I was reading a biography of a soccer manager. He explained himself when an interviewer asked him why he loved to manage underdogs. “ I’ll tell you something, why am I a soccer manager? because I love the game. Now, why on earth would I manage the best teams when they already are the best, when on the other hand I have an option of making a legacy, working on the wounds, the imperfections, the strategies. That’s why I love managing underdogs, they’re beautifully imperfect and I try to put the make up on them” When you are perfect and have no struggles, what keeps you motivated? what keeps you going?  where’s the emotion, the anger of improving? I think that’s why we die because immortality has no room for life

    , for incentives. 

So maybe you being imperfect is kinda perfect for you. When you look yourself in the mirror, you are beautifully imperfect. That nose is perfect, those freckles don’t define you. You don’t need to be perfect because perfection is ugly. Its the whole process of becoming better that makes it beautiful because it helps us to keep going. Would you rather be perfect or be you? Perfect is simple, its not complex. You on the other hand, are a range of things, a mixture of emotions and that’s what makes life so different, so worth it.

tetheredtoelena said: ollie please. your very existence makes the world more beautiful.

(   this . this is what happens when your know a person for five fucking years and like you just need something nice in your life and you don’t even tell them and they come out with something like this and you just curl up into a ball and die . can everyone see why stacey is perfect now ?   )

spooky-pens​ so today i kept pretending that kid didn’t exist and he got lie so mad and i even  got the teacher in on it

we needed partners to check papers and i kept saying “tenae, why are you by yourself?? you can join us if you want” to the girl who was his partner and he got so mad and he kept taking my stuff aain and i’d just go “woah!!! my stuff is FLOATING!!! wow look this is really weird guys”

he kept trying to do the same to me and it didn’t work oh my god it was so mean but y’know what? he fucking deserved it


You know everyone tells me how great love is. That being in love is a feeling that is indescribable. But I wonder- does it even exist?
I can’t get myself to believe it does. I don’t know why. I try hard not to bring my lack of relationships into it; I cannot seem to find any evidence that love does exist.
My parents are married and have been for, like 20+ years. But I can’t get myself to see it. Yeah they love each other, but I don’t see anything anywhere that I resent not having.
At the moment, I really like this guy. I don’t know what to do, or if I should even do anything at all. He’s one of my best friends, I talk to him about absolutely everything but I can’t tell him about this one feeling. I helped him ask another girl to prom a few days ago. If love does exist, and if it really is so magical, why does it hurt so fucking bad?

Hey! I wanna say something. I’ve been trying to be more honest lately, and I just wanna say a few things. I did the coal walk! Just, I did it. Michael, you couldn’t even do that. Maybe I should be your boss. Wow I feel really good right now. [pause] Why didn’t any of you come to my art show? I invited all of you. That really sucked. It’s like sometimes some of you act like I don’t even exist. Jim, I called off my wedding because of you. And now we’re not even friends. And things are just like weird between us. And that sucks. And I miss you. You were my best friend before you went to Stamford. And I really miss you. I shouldn’t have been with Roy, and there were a lot of reasons to call of my wedding. But the truth is, I didn’t care about any of those reasons until I met you. And now you’re with someone else. And that’s fine. It’s, whatever, it’s not what I’m- I’m not- Okay my feet really hurt. The thing that I’m just trying to say to you Jim, and to everyone else in the circle, I guess, is that I miss having fun with you. Just you, not everyone in the circle. Okay. I am gonna go walk in the water now. Yep. It’s a good day.

The fuck ...?

How does it feel to know that you’re simply just another person in the world? We’re so consumed within ourselves, but when you really think about it- we’re all but a spec in the big skim of things. That’s frightening to me.

How can we possibly believe that we have the power to have things go the way we want them to? None of us are more special than the next … Maybe that’s what makes us all beautiful. We are all on borrowed time … And just the fact that we got a chance should make us all feel lucky … Maybe.

Maybe because we exist to begin with means something. Like really. Why do we even think if it isn’t for some bigger purpose. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I’m like … Wow. I’m here. This is happening! And it’s soooooo fucking scary. Never forget that you are a person. Whether you are this or that, point is that you are HERE! Shouldn’t that mean something? It has to, right? So forget about the past. Move on! You are special no matter what others say and MOST IMPORTANTLY no matter what you tell yourself. You have the power to be because you already are. There is no such thing as perfection because you are perfectly you. You exist. Gently - as an individual in a universe filled with infinite possibilities.

Even if it hurts to wake up in the morning sometimes, even if you struggle to take that next breathe or make that next move … You are here and that in itself is incredible. You are a force to be reckoned with my love.

I might not know everyone that follows me but … FUCK! I’m happy that you got a chance.


wow, i can’t even explain how sick to my stomach this video made me feel, this is terrifying, at this point i seriously can’t believe that not only does Men’s rights exists, (as in that is a thing i just had to type) but their are women fighting hard and strong for it when essentially what they’re doing is saying “here, take this from me” and holding up the hopes and dreams for equality we’ve had for hundreds of years, all the progress we’ve made and the possibility of women living in a safer world, and asked for these ridiculous people to make them into thread and knit them back into shirts to have #meninist printed on the chest in a parodied supreme logo.  UGHH I feel like this is such cyclic scenario, as if the harder we try, the harder men will push us back around again.  This has got to end now. We need to tear these organizations down because they’re just going to gather a following of horrible people with misguided ideas and incorrect knowledge and too much conviction.  

And I love when she says that society “puts men last” because it absolutely does not.  White men specifically sit on a throne of the bodies of women and POC in general.  Oh, and money.