Society is ever so deeply flawed.
My part of the Phobic Collab organized by @alanad and 13 other fantastic writers.
Topic- Atelophobia: Fear of imperfection.
Something romantic, dedicated to my one and only @jinxedquill β€οΈ
- the fear of never being good enough.
A haiku on success and the price of staying successful.
Short piece about our insecurities and fucked up lives. Thank you so much for reading.
Teenage days give you the chance to accept the 'true you'.
What is more important, a moment of glory or the patient wait for it? π§
This is for the daily prompt which is "lumber". I hope you enjoy it and I can't wait to read the entries!
About a student learning that it's okay to make mistakes.
To be perfect is a mere illusion as nothing is perfect, but more so imperfect.
Sometimes we all have bad days and we got through them in our own ways, I just wanted to share what mine are like.
You + love + acceptance = ERROR: CANNOT COMPUTE
Just appreciate progress because perfection is boring.
I will reject the reality that stops me from being myself
My part of the Phobic Collab organized by @alanad and 13 other fantastic writers.
Topic- Atelophobia: Fear of imperfection.
Something romantic, dedicated to my one and only @jinxedquill β€οΈ
- the fear of never being good enough.
A haiku on success and the price of staying successful.
Short piece about our insecurities and fucked up lives. Thank you so much for reading.
Teenage days give you the chance to accept the 'true you'.
What is more important, a moment of glory or the patient wait for it? π§
This is for the daily prompt which is "lumber". I hope you enjoy it and I can't wait to read the entries!
About a student learning that it's okay to make mistakes.
To be perfect is a mere illusion as nothing is perfect, but more so imperfect.
Sometimes we all have bad days and we got through them in our own ways, I just wanted to share what mine are like.
You + love + acceptance = ERROR: CANNOT COMPUTE
Just appreciate progress because perfection is boring.
I will reject the reality that stops me from being myself