#on perfection

[dysphoresque]

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

[derangedrhythms]

Perfection is terrible, 

Sylvia Plath, Ariel; from ‘The Munich Mannequins’

[newvision]

— Thomas Mann, Death in Venice

[pearatwar]

i want to write something. but i can't. it has to be perfect - it has to be. what if i make something people don't like? i've made and deleted three drafts now, each one carving a scar in my heart bigger than the other. chasing perfection, i lose myself - who's to say he's not long gone? whose face is it in the mirror? is it perfect? is he perfect? why isn't he? i must change. until everyone likes me. if people don't like me, what am i even making of my life? i failed in my goal. my only purpose.

[justana0kguy]

2023 FEBRUARY 08 Wednesday

"It is a much greater thing to be unwilling to forsake good for good's own sake, than it is to withhold consent from evil for fear of evil. For where there is the disturbance of warfare there cannot help being the danger of wounds."

~ Saint John Cassian, Conference 11 'OnPerfection' Chapter 8; The Conferences of St John Cassian

[stardella]

Maria and her little alien brother sketchbook dump from the last few weeks

Minor spoilers for Sonic 3 ig

[daftpatience]

slow down for your disabled friends. thats like a bare minimum kindness that we shouldnt have to ask for. i love that youre so quirky and walking fast is a cool personality trait to you and all that but i bet you can count your physically disabled friends on less than one hand

[yujateaandpi]

y’all just— thinking about how excited Stanley must have been to host the twins— Alex says he smokes cigars but he doesn’t smoke once in the show— has a beer gut but he only drinks sodas in front of the kids— doesn’t swear when they’re around which must have taken INCREDIBLE effort— Stanley Pines, known crook, buying pancake mix at the supermarket and many bottles of syrup— learning to cook basic healthy meals and burning so many of them before he gets it right— buying new sheets, new mattresses— avoiding bunk beds because it reminds him of Ford— looking at the attic room he made wondering “is this enough will they like me”— trying to act aloof at the bus stop so he doesn’t betray the fact that he was there hours early— watching them goof around and thinking of New Jersey beaches— then the first night they’re there, he watches them debate running away and only stay because Mabel shook a magic 8 ball. That must have kept him awake all night.

[happyheidi]

~ via mignonettetakespictures ~

[peachybabyfrog]

[casualfoxwitch]

[derangedrhythms]

In surfaces, perfection is less interesting. 

Anne Carson, from ‘The Art of Poetry No. 88′

[shrubsparrow]

It's in the eye of the beholder

[hansoeii]

only you.