Perfectionism is an ever available excuse for failure.
May imperfection be my new love.
I came to revel in imperfection one day. I was so tired of beating up on myself before I'd even begun. It was one of those desperate moves, but once I'd leapt, the new ground felt like rolling around naked in a pile of money, dirty, pleasurable, taboo.
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Mmm... I like the thought of you rolling around dirty and naked in money.
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