#imperfectlyperfect

[ajadedlens]

‘𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺𝘀, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆.’ 🌿

[euesworld]

"Trust me.. if half the people in the world were like you the world would be a million times brighter. Never stop growing and never stop shining, even when there's rain.. a rainbow lights up the sky and the sun comes out again. Plus when the clouds are dark and grey and it's raining, it's still beautiful.. just in a different way."

A friend of mine needed to hear this today and maybe someone else out there needs to hear it too.. never stop being you cause you are perfect exactly the way you are, you are imperfectly perfect just by being you and so beautiful cause of it - eUë

[wanderingfairy73]

written by: jerico silvers 🫶🏻

[megpie]

There were a bunch of these little reindeer ornaments at Walmart. Cute wooden reindeer with faux fur bodies. I'm gonna paint glitter on the wood. But --- I chose this one specifically because he was broken and I thought no one else would buy him and I didn't want him to be sad. Like, Island of Misfit Toys vibes, ok? #trimthetree #Christmasmood #christmasornaments #walmartfinds #walmartchristmas #islandofmisfittoys #misfittoys #reindeer #reindeerlove #reindeerantlers #imperfectlyperfect #christmasmagic https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl5CGF3LB3D/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[imperfectlyperfect-blogs]

New Blog Post - ADHD - Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Discrimination

[marcis-lifeblog]

Dear Self Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself ❤ so love all of her, her flaws and imperfections ❤ because you are beautiful just the way you are. #flawsarebeautiful #flawsandimperfections #selflove #selfcare #selfimprovement #beyourself #beautyfromwithin #smiles #smilemore #selfgrowth #imperfectlyperfect #filipinabeauty #latinas #filipina #southafrican #lovestartswithyou #love #positivequotes #motivationalquotes #postivievibes #selfrespect #selfishlove ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ (at Bloemfontein, Free State) https://www.instagram.com/p/CepBEh0s6Wg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[phobicsiren]

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By daybreak, we are performers. In front of others, we laugh and play; our banter, our wit - they are all an act. My huffy sighs, your eyerolls, they are our perfect cover and nobody questions our friendship. Why should they?

Come nightfall, we are not friends - instead lovers, when you breathe in my ear, telling me to get undressed. Your words are the most delicious aphrodisiac and I am eager to comply; I hurry to shed what little clothing I wore and abandon the last of my morals, laying on your bed. There is a lust filled look that crosses between us; a crackle of potent electricity; if I could bottle this sensation and sell it, I would make millions. You devour my form, your fingers feasting on my most intimate parts. When, once the act felt taboo and so you had me - my back to you, would growl in my ear to beg you for such sweet release, then make me cum for you repeatedly… Now we are shameless and without modesty.

“Look at me.”

I used to be shy: eyes shut, cheek against the sheets, lying prone and thinking of everything but the act at hand. Three small words have shaken something in me loose, turned me rabid. Where once you used to curl your arm around me and hold me to your chest, fingers twitching circles at my most sensitive bud, now I delight in the dance, and it is otherworldly. Your fingers still twitch circles around my clit, but we are face to face. It is in these moments, that I see you for you and you see me for me, there is no performing here. You hold my gaze, unwavering despite my fingers wrapped around your cock. My lips are parted in a soft O as we race to the edge together. Sometimes, when I am at the edge, threatening to tumble over, my already methodical fingers still and you chastise me, “nobody told you to stop”. I bite my lip and resume with a foggy head until neither of us can take it anymore…

“Look at me.”

I used to be passive: Eyes shut, my neck bared to you for you to wrap your fingers around, the words ‘hurt me’ hanging in the air between us. I used to hide from my reflection, shyness and shame battling untapped, unbridled lust while you fucked me in front of the mirror; I believed if I looked anywhere but at you, at us, I could keep my mask from slipping. But that night, I caught sight of myself: plump lips wrapped around your cock, your fingers buried in my pussy. In the soft background glow of the computer, I met my gaze in the mirror and shed the shy girl like a snake sheds its skin. The coy, coquettish girl is gone. Now a Siren lay in her wake. I fuck back with ferocity: tattooed forearms on your shoulders, hungry fingers knitting themselves in your hair. Grassy green eyes meet woodsy brown eyes and new words hang in the air between us:

“Look at me.”

You have taught me a new brand of intimacy; one where I am unafraid to be unabashedly myself. You have seen my coy and coquettish, but revel in wanton moans that drip from honeyed lips. Our brand of intimacy is not love, though. Yes, I have memorized the curve of your face, the planes of your cheeks. My tongue knows your cupid’s bow, for I have tasted it often. In the low lighting, I get lost in your hazelnut eyes, knowing that should we ever see a sunrise, they would transform into pools of amber that I could drown in. Yet, our dalliances know nothing of sunrises; only sunsets and moons that are waxing, then waning. During the twilight hours and under countless blankets of stars we whisper our secrets to, you have made me cum with eyes wide open. These eyes have learned to see in the dark and the things they’ve seen! I have seen our masks slip, who we pretend to be, gone! But, despite our intimate knowledge of each other, this is not love. Love is not a spell, broken by daybreak; it does not hide in plain sight waiting to be acknowledged, no. Love is fearless, breathtaking and the scariest thing we’ve ever done - except admit to ourselves and each other that we feel this way.

By daybreak, we are performers once more: lovers acting like friends. There are no soft words when I dress, adorning myself in the once shed modesty and morals; no chaste kisses when I leave, and unlike Orpheus, I have the strength not to look back. Our banter, our wit - they are all an act. My moans turned huffy sighs and your eyerolls, they are our perfect cover and nobody questions our friendship… except for us. For, I know that by daybreak, we are lovers acting like friends, but some nights, we are lucky enough to shed those masks, becoming something greater.

[fhealync]

It's more than OK, it's human. 🌹 Embrace the imperfect journey of life, where bad days, personal choices, authenticity, and flaws weave the tapestry of your story

[mamapawsblog]

In the chaos of motherhood, discover the beauty of the journey

🌪️✨ Embracing the Beautiful Chaos of Motherhood ✨🌪️

Let's talk about the chaos, the mess, and the glorious imperfections of being a mom. 🤪👶 In the quest to be the "perfect" mommy, there are days I feel like a superhero and others where my cape is definitely in the laundry. 🦸‍♀️🧺 But you know what? Amidst the chaos, there is beauty. 💖🌈

The rollercoaster of emotions – moments where I doubt myself, question if I'm doing it right, and wonder if my messy bun is a symbol of my life. 🤦‍♀️🎢 Yet, in the midst of the chaos, there are smiles that can light up the darkest room and snuggles that can mend the toughest day. 🥰🤗

It's incredible how our little ones look at us with starry eyes, seeing a superhero where we sometimes see a tired mortal. 💪😴 The unconditional love they shower, regardless of how we look, if the spaghetti ended up on the ceiling, or if bedtime was a chaotic dance party – that's the real magic. ✨🍝🕺

So here's to all the moms out there navigating the chaos, finding beauty in the messy moments, and realizing that being a superhero sometimes involves wearing yesterday's yoga pants. 🦸‍♀️👖💕

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[hollisticmedia-blog]

In the journey towards Hollistic growth, perfection is not the final destination, but rather a guiding star. It's about acknowledging our imperfections as integral parts of our journey, embracing them, and continuously working to improve ourselves. This process of acceptance and improvement is at the heart of what it means to live a Hollistic life.

Hollistic living is a balance of striving for betterment while embracing our flaws. It's about seeing our imperfections not as failures, but as opportunities for growth and self-improvement.

#HollisticLiving#EmbraceImperfections#StriveForBetter#PersonalGrowth#SelfImprovement#JourneyToPerfection#AcceptanceAndGrowth#ContinuousImprovement#FlawsAndAll#GrowthMindset#SelfDevelopment#MindfulLiving#ImperfectlyPerfect#SelfAwareness#LifeJourney#CaliforniaCommunity

[odelssportslife]

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[theloulouge]

Imperfectly Perfect

What’s the first impression you want to give people? When it comes to the first impression I want to give people, I aim to be a true original—a rare gem in a world full of ordinary. I’m not just beautiful in the conventional sense, but in the way I live my life authentically and unapologetically. I stride through life with confidence, embracing my flaws and quirks as part of my unique…

[beautifulsoul247]

THIS! yes you have to let yourself be real and raw in bare mess around a person just to see how real they are as a person too think about a married couple they see eachothers imperfections all the time it’s not always glamorous that’s real love 🤷🏾‍♀️🫶🏾💯!!!!

[xanthiagoddess]

My first non plastic Xmas tree! The cats ate leaving it alone, unlike the plastic one that got chewed in 30 seconds. #christmastree #imperfectlyperfect (at San Anselmo, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmFo_L6P2uG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[megpie]

These AI art photos are so weird. I like how they gave me anime girl boob lifts, and it's cute that they got my massive forehead wrinkles so accurately added. 😘 lol. #aiart #Lensa #LensaApp #selfieart #selfiegram #imperfectlyperfect #artsyfartsy #digitalart https://www.instagram.com/p/CnSFjcZp122/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=