Night thoughts - 12. - Because Y Knot

Mistaken is human, we are imperfect by nature we were born, with opinions torn, & spend time, mending our minds, all the while, looking for a materialistic cure... ...and that's okay... it's just... another day...

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The Artist

So great were this man's capabilities that his understandings would not be approached until the renaissance, and even then imperfectly so.

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The Hand of God

There was her mirror image, her perfectly imperfect self. and they crouched toward each other, feral, as if in preparation for flight.

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L7's Action Log - Thursday Prompt Story [#7, 16/2/23]

It may then be used to clean any imperfections on the floor. tomorrow, that worn out piece of cloth may be dragged into an open trash bin, finally having served its purpose.

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Sip!

He could see his own reflection in the liquid, and he frowned as he gazed through the imperfect mirror. did he really look that tired? he needed to brush his fur, that was for sure, and- "come on, space brain! just drink it!"

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The Ghost Inside You

We are imperfect beings in a wobbling universe, making bad decisions with half-baked ideas. we live to be flawed; we live to be less than sublime. to be perfect is boring; we would destroy ourselves even faster if we were idyllic beings.

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The Most Vivid Nightmare I've Ever Had

I knew it was painted because i could see his normal skin tone on his neck, and also the slight imperfections of the paint and even the pores on his face.

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Nonbeings

Yet they are still imperfect. no matter how self-aware they may become, they can never develop a soul.

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The Abyss ~ (***an unfinished story*** see description)

He's muscular, and free from any deformity that could be deemed 'imperfect'. he is the pinnacle of perfection. any guy would love to be him. any guy would love to be with him. at first, i was... i couldn't see him for what he is.

Vignette: Your Unfriendly Neighborhood Ghost Goat

He'd grown to remember an imperfect but valuable life. he remembered language and politics and science. he remembered the concept of friendship, but only felt hollowness. or enmity. as a fire lit in his chest, he suddenly remembered why he was there.

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Glossary/Author's Note

She is a precious and rare character that has wormed her way into my heart, and despite her imperfections, hopefully yours as well.

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Same as Me

Everything about you is perfect, my wolf, and yet so imperfect are we, so against what they say we should be. it's the fact we're the same that drives this connection, yet that's the same reason they hate us.

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