Imperfect - Blog Posts

Yknow when people say stuff like “you’re perfect” and like, “people say nobody’s perfect, but here you are” I was thinking about it and I’d hate to be perfect I love being a messy incomplete human being I love baking and getting flour everywhere I love having bad hair days I love not having perfect skin I love being able to run around and get dirty I love to make “bad” art if I had to perfect it would be hell

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Sometimes trying to make someone understand you as deeply as you understand yourself is fucking torture.

-Illustratum Paradoxon

Sooo Yesterday I had a very public anxiety attack and yelled at a parking lot full of people....at Walmart out of all places! Sigh...Thank God for his Mercy & Grace because I was INSTANTLY mortified. But at least I can now laugh back at it because honestly that shit was straight out of a tv show. 🤦🏻‍♀️ I never thought I’d ever lose my shit in public. Anywayssss in other news. Today I PERMANENTLY deleted my Instagram. Something that was so weirdly hard for me to do was actually very liberating. I hate anything zuckerberg touches. I used to love IG until Facebook bought it. Scrolling literally pisses me off. So I guess I’m living pretty damn balanced lol. Public BFs one day and purging of social media the next. I’ll be ok...

-Illustratum Paradoxon

Illustratum Paradoxon

Clay

Sometimes, if I like you

I'll let you mold a part of me or, thin out my walls

Sometimes, I feel young, energetic and naïve

But sometimes the weather forecast, forecasts colder weather

And I start to feel a little lethargic,

A little tired,

Maybe a little cracked

And trapped in this mold

Sometimes I grow harder, colder and more fragile

And sometimes my eyes seem to have a glazed coating

Because there are some tools out there

However tools don't get under my skin

If anything they get under my nails

I've got ribs and knives

So don't mess with me

Sometimes I'm as closed off as a clam,

With a secret,

Hidden pearl

Obviously I'm pretty imperfect

And I've become tired of finding a reason for

Being bent out of shape and having sharp edges

Edgy is my style

Because this is art

And anything ugly should not be held against the piece

And sometimes I have to let it go

Or just let it slip

Out of the grogginess of my tired head

Even if it leaves a shattered mess on the floor

Destruction is an art too

Like how angry painters have been known to throw paint at canvases

Fire me up

And I hope I won’t explode

With the unspoken air in my lungs

This Place Is Whole

This place is whole

There are no sink holes to worry about

There’s a whole lot of good

And a whole lot of bad

A whole lot of heartache

And a whole lot of love to heal in

I'm whole in my imperfectness

And I'm whole in all of my mistakes

I will try to always be my whole self

There’s a whole lot of Eddie

And if he ever has a football, I will always be ready,

With a whole lot of this

And a whole lot of that

A whole place

To just be

To just exist

And be okay with just that

You are perfect in all your wonderful imperfections