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Why Quixotically Perfect?

Because life rarely makes sense — and when it does… it’s probably lying.

Somewhere between dreaming too big, laughing at the chaos and being paradoxical lies a space that feels like home and maybe… me. Quixotically Perfect is the lovechild of idealism and imperfection — a little poetic, a little unhinged, but definitely human.

Quixotically Perfect is my attempt to capture the essence of this beautiful chaos. “Quixotic,” an ode to the idealistic, impractical and imaginative spirit, meets “Perfect,” a reminder that imperfections make us wonderfully human.

This is my digital nook for dancing with words, poking fun at existential dread, embracing every shade of love, and talking openly (and sometimes irreverently) about mental health. It’s a confessional with a touch of lipstick, a journal with punchlines, a love letter to the complexity of being alive.

Words that Linger

Writing has always been my sanctuary — a way to make sense of the beautiful, tangled thoughts in my head. Some people scream into pillows. I write.

Here, words don’t just fill space — they aim for your ribs, your soul, your softest memories. Whether it’s a poem, a rant in disguise, or a quiet reflection, I hope you find something that makes you feel seen — or at least a little less alone in your own chaos.

Love, in All Its Delicious Disarray

Ah, love. The ultimate plot twist.

It’s fireworks and fractures, late-night longing and slow-burning healing. It’s the art of getting close without losing yourself — or maybe it’s about losing yourself just enough to become something new.

Here, love is never one-size-fits-all. It’s the blushing kind, the heartbroken kind, the self-loving, messy, complicated, impossible-to-categorize kind. The real kind. The kind that ruins your lipstick…and your mascara but teaches you everything. Every shade of love imaginable.

Mental Health: The Beautiful Beast

Life is weird, wonderful, and wildly unpredictable — and so is our mental health.

I write about it not as an expert, but as someone who’s walked through the fog and figured out how to light a few candles along the way. This is a space for honesty, vulnerability, and solidarity. No stigma. No shame. Just stories — raw, real, and (sometimes) strangely funny.

Let’s stop pretending we’re fine when we’re not. Let’s talk about it instead — with compassion, curiosity, and maybe a meme or two.

And, Obviously… Humour

Not everything has to be deep.

Sometimes, life hands you existential dread — and sometimes, it hands you a ridiculous dating app message at 2am that makes you snort-laugh. I believe in holding space for both.

In between the poetry and philosophy, expect the occasional eye roll, sarcasm, and absurd observation. Life is weird — we may as well laugh.

About Me

I’m Nicholle — a 30-something paradox with a pen and a laptop.

I fled the countryside for the city, only to run back again a few years later. I’m a hopeless romantic with a cynical streak, a night owl with a sunrise soul, and someone who writes her best stuff post-breakdown, post-breakup, full of emotion – and often nursing a glass of gin. One thing is for certain – I definitely need more sleep.

I write because I feel too much. I edit because I overshare. And I post when the words finally stop shaking.

So, Why Are You Here?

Maybe you’re a fellow dreamer. Maybe you’re just curious. Or maybe you’ve been quietly carrying things and stumbled into this strange, soft corner of the internet looking for something — a spark, a laugh, a sign. Or maybe you are one of the people I trusted enough to share the link with.

If so, welcome. You’re in the right place.

Quixotically Perfect isn’t just a blog — it’s an invitation. To feel. To question. To fall in love with being human, even on the days when it doesn’t feel worth it.

So, grab your metaphorical quill (or your actual one, you overachiever) — and let’s write something beautiful, broken, and wildly real together.

With love and just the right amount of madness,

Nicholle x