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idk i’m tryna keep this one for me. i’m in a period where almost everything is up the air: my job, my finances, my city, the fucking state of the world; more than usual, i’m feeling out of my body.
i read an article (watched a tiktok) that said that ~creative people~ without an outlet are almost always the most insufferable people you know; and honey, i’ve been insufferable for a while now. it sounds wankery, but maybe posting here (where no one else is) reminds me of the things that ground me: (1) curation of the things i like, and (2) and the development and continuation of personal aesthetic for aesthetic’s sake.
anyway, i hope posting things i like on this silly website/blog/(anti) social media platform does the trick - it’s almost foolish to ask any form of external thing to fix me, but hey, let’s see if this new outlet can at least soothe some symptoms <3
6d ago
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Not out of fear of lack of likes or engagement. I mean, I’ve just joined, but so far I think this app is pretty neat, in the sense that it doesn’t feel like a “oh, I’ve got to curate this thought or personal share until it’s whittled down and not actually *me* anymore - so that it’s more widely appealing or relatable” kinda thing y’know? Doesn’t feel like it’s about amassing followers, monetisation, or becoming an *influencer*.
Pretty certain that everyone has had angry, dark, bitter, jealous, painfully yearnful, embarrassing moments and feelings. And the kind of thoughts that are “nope, can’t say that. that’s overshare territory babey”- or like there’s that feeling of “would I want that being screenshotted?” hanging over ya. I don’t feel disgust when I’ve read others share those things on social media or when my friends confide in me,
but I still feel shame for feeling them myself? How silly.
One thought that I’ve considered sharing on here, but yeeted into the void has been about my identity, erosion of sense of self, and self image. Existential dread, stential(?) dread. Which is, like, *yeah*, everyone (to scaled degrees, especially based on your race, gender, sexuality, class, ALL of the above) can probably relate to by virtue of existing in this shitty framework of a society where everyone’s physical, intellectual, and material image is always going to be scrutinised.
Which I know? But I still struggle with writing or articulating things like “hey, I’m *not* doing okay with this and I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t like where I am, but thinking about change scares me. Sometimes, maybe all the times, I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing outside of the perception of others and that really fucking terrifies me.”
I don’t know, I’ve deleted most other of my social media accounts and only really yap to my close friends about deeply emotional and intimate *struggles*. But I still feel like flinging things out there sometimes to strangers (which I guess I’ve just done here lol). It’s a different kind of vent release, a type that you don’t have to worry about extremely concerned follow up questions from friends or family haha. Or like, the feeling that even though we’re strangers from all over the place, we all share in the relatable struggles and joys of the human condition - whether through personal shares or *memes and shitposts*
The candid pet pics are cool too tho
Jan 18, 2025
I’ve always resented the expectation that I be placed in neat little categorized boxes—hashtag this, hashtag that—and it feels nearly impossible for me to curate my existence into a narrow niche with some kind of projected image in mind. I think I get this from my father, a brilliant fine art abstract wood and stone artist who, for better or worse, has never found commercial success or mainstream acclaim because of his stubborn refusal to market himself or package his work as a product.
The words “content” and “influencer” send a chill down my spine. I’ve historically been unable to use TikTok because I break out into hives at the mere thought of it. Call me Holden Caulfield for this but I hate being told what to do by anyone—but especially by algorithms.
I never thought there would be a place online for somebody like me until I found Perfectly Imperfect, a community of bright, creative, empathetic and open-minded people who also don’t seem to fit into a box and have grown tired of and morally opposed to legacy social media. It feels like what Tumblr felt like ten years ago. I am so happy to be able to express myself fully and share my idiosyncrasies. The minor demon that possesses me has now surpassed 3,000 recommendations in a little less than a year—I have a lot to say.
Feb 23, 2025
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just realized this never posted the paragraph i typed up o_o … it was to the affect of how i love this community & the little wonders & observations & gratitude it fills me up with. ive been neglecting my page recently but irl ive been writing a lot more, taking a lot more time to enjoy the small things in life that get posted here. more time to reflect & feel like shit about the state of the world. but between the doomscrolling & hours of writing everything out, this page is a small bit of solace for me
Apr 16, 2025
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my ”walis” or “sweep” in various filipino dialects. i found this mothafuckin’ beauty at my local fresh food markets one saturday last month. displayed proudly in tall ceramic containers in front of the only asian grocer in the complex, i audibly “aha-ed” in delight to find a piece of me here, a piece that sounds and looks like my mother fifteen years ago and 260km away ridding our front concrete yard of pesky leaves and other ground dwellings. at this moment of reunion, i had just moved into my fourth home in five years; and this time it was a REAL house and one with a REAL DRIVEWAY littered with autumn leaves just waiting to be swept to the gutter. and so, armed with my new adult sensibilities and income, i walked home with my new walis: a piece of home for my new home.
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