Kitsch Achindra Haciendas carries an obsession few could understand. She's drawn to people's flaws-their quiet chaos, their mistakes, the tiny ruins they might or might not try to hide. In their brokenness, she found something alive, something that breathed. They reminded her that life was never a perfect portrait but a smudged painting, and within that imperfection, she felt utterly, vividly alive. Perfection, to her, was the cruelest illusion. She despised it because it mirrors what she hated most about herself. So she sought comfort in the imperfect... the raw, the unfiltered, the unapologetically human Then came Clark Kent, a disruption in the symmetry of her world. He's flawed in ways that both unsettled and fascinated her. There was something in his imperfection that felt like freedom, something in his flaws that made her heart ache in all the right ways. She wants him... not to fix him, but to feel alive through him. His imperfections became her favorite kind of perfection. ꪆ୧marmaladel started: october 17, 2025