Perfectly perfect. Ha, what a stupid statement. How can anything be better than perfect.
Simple, it all depends on how you look at the world.
Oh really Johnathan?
Yes it does, because to me Patrick you are pefectly perfect. There is no other person that I’d want to be by my side each and everyday. Now will you please tell me what’s put you in this sour mood.
It’s nothing, it’s just that I saw you with her and you seemed really and you both seemed really happy. I left before I could do something stupid.
Oh Patrick, would you like to know what we were talking about. We were talking about this ring that I got and how I’d ask you if you’d stay by my side for the rest of my life.
People are always so obsessed with being perfect. I don’t see the problem with being a little odd. Being a little cooky. Now I’m not supporting that people become insane, that’s different from being odd. But honestly, it’s okay to have a few flaws. It’s what makes you, well, you! Embrace it, don’t conform.
integrity
heart
togetherness
all of this comes to mind when i hear the word perfect
he comes to mind
he slips away
i don’t know what to do anymore
i’ve lost it all and i’m lost with out you
without your perfect soul and how we fit perfectly together.
perfectly is a strange word. a word that had to do with preciseness, and order. or it could be chaos if perfect chaos was the goal. the biggest problem is that its too hard to do anythign perfectly.
i dont like things falling into place. but sometimes they do. and when things seem to fall into place, they fall into it perfectly. depending on how you see perfectly. ad depending on what you see as a proper place. i hope one day i get to be perfect. or something like it – to someone.
Every time my hair falls perfectly on my head, my entire day is affected. Either I go all day swiping my bangs into the position they refuse to stay in, or I don’t touch it. And I hope everyone notices how nice I look. And I hope they ignore me when I don’t. I love my hair. When it does what want.
How does one write about this word? I think you are perfectly fine? Or I love how your hand fits perfectly in mine?
Does it have to rhyme? Or can we just go with the flow? Like, I love when we hug, our bodies fit perfectly together? ‘Tis true, but it does sound rather awkward. My dog is currently whimpering because he cannot get on my bed, which I think it is perfectly fine. Maybe tonight I may sleep just fine.
She danced perfectly in front of the audience. They wondered at the way her body twisted and twirled to the beautiful sounds of the orchestra. It appeared that the song was written for her to dance to.
nothing is perfect i am not perfect the only thing that is perfect is imperfection the world would be so boring if it were perfect i mean like what the fuck why does everyone strive to be “perfect” perfect is boring im so glad im me
How perfectly he manuevered the opponent’s words to fit his own speech, how perfectly he stood and used his assertive tone to make his point, and how perfectly he stared back at me. I wonder if this is love. When your heart beats fast, when you can spot him out in a crowd, when you want to be with him when you are sad. When I am around him, my stomach has butterflies, and I am so nervous and shy that I get red in the face. How I wish he could notice me too… but maybe he has seen my true self and he has decided to run away from it.
Perfectly imperfect. Every single human being is perfectly imperfect. Every person has their faults and personality flaws, but in reality they are perfect just the way they are. You wouldn’t be unique if you weren’t perfectly imperfect.
ME! the anterior deluxe of which wrangles the mind to the thyroid timely matters undone in an instant taken for what word begins with L “said the micro wizard to the lorax” said what then, why, there is going to be STEVE CHOI WITH HIS WAAGON WHEEL ALL UP ON HIS HIGH HORSE
She is perfectly perfect in every way. Absolutely smooth blonde ringlets bouncing across slim shoulders as she walks. Slim, but not overly skinny, the perfect side. She wears enough make-up to enhance her natural beauty, but she doesn’t come off like a slut. Her clothes are all top of the line, from the most expensive stores. All the boys want her, and all the girls just want to kill her.
I know how everyone says nothing is perfect… But can’t something be perfectly flawed? Can’t you have the right amount of wrong, so that it’s right, and if so, what would that be?
The day panned out perfectly and that was because she hadn’t left anything to chance. There was something to be said about “To Do” lists, they really did work! The wedding was going off without a hitch, and she was so relieved.
Elegant white glasses and drapes, beautiful women that had the best voices in the world, long lines of people with gorgeous smiles; lighting up the room like candles.
It was the perfect day.
Too bad she didn’t have the perfectly good man to marry.
When the young juvenille boy looked at his sunday school teacher, he knew what love was. She was everything he wanted perfectly compacted into the capsule of a human being.
she trudged up the stairs, feet heavy with a long day and mind full of the tasks of life and work. her key turned in the lock and let her into the shared studio apartment. haphazardly she let her files, folders, and stress fall from her arms onto the table and floor, moving in one swift motion to the couch. she slumped into the cushions and he folded his arms and his body around her perfectly.
this is the impossible. we strive for perfection, we may think we are close, but the hope for being perfect keeps us moving forward. perfectly. it is a gentle word. it is perfect itself.
There is no such thing as perfection. I cannot perform perfectly, although I may try… my options are limited to a dull constant in human convention. I perform solely to the best of my abilities, nothing more… but the notion to strive to become more than what once was thought possible is present in my inability to grasp perfection. Others see my perfectionism a vice, I see it a characteristic that will help me further myself in life. Is it possible that something can be a benefit and a poison simultaneously?
“This is perfectly unacceptable,” he slurred and smiled. “Not seeing me every minute of the day?” I asked, playing sarcastically dumb. “Yes. It really drags a bloke down.” I laughed at Julian’s drunkenness and listened to him blabber about his affection for me the whole way back to his dorm. I knew he would be back to his gloomy self again when he was sober, so I laughed up the moment as much as I could.
Kissing for the first time – the nervousness, the anticipation. Yet, you will remember it. All its fumbling and clumsiness. You’ll remember it perfectly.
Perfectly… perfectly. A home and a family would suit me perfectly… but I’m just an average girl. No one wants an average girl. I’d love to find love, but I don’t think there’s anyone out there whom I’d suit perfectly.
Why did I bite into perfectly ugly
It tasted like bitter and angry deceit.
Because perfectly’s nothing I wanted to be,
It’s clouded by heaven and drowning at sea.
It’s the darkness in me.
That’s what makes them haunt me.
Follow me.
Come after me.
I’m perfectly well-suited to their purposes.
They feel it.
I am it.
Perfect.
Because I’m not perfect
for this world.
There it was. Blinding. Inhumane. Perfect. So unlike anything I had encountered. It was almost painful to be in its presence and it stuck out like a sore thumb in a world so shattered and lost.
Thorn touched the opening gently, red liquid gushing from the boy’s brain across her fingers. She felt along the skull with a morbid tranquility, the same face Thade had seen musicians made when they were taken by their own art.
It’s funny how some people always seem to be put together perfectly. In fact, it’s not fair. Recently somebody approached me and told me my outfits were always perfect. I was sure she had me mixed up with somebody else, but I guess beauty is really in the eyes of the beholder. The funny thing is, I thought the same thing about her.
The forest was perfectly quiet. Not a bird chirped. Not a squirrel rustled the leaves that littered the forest floor. It was too quite. Unnaturally quiet. Something was very, very wrong. Myrianna was going to find out what it was, if it was the last thing she did. She had to know what had happened.
Content. I’m warm. Cuddly. With a cup of tea, my candy cane blanket, my phone, and a good movie. Times like these are when I find myself simply and perfectly content.
Perfectly perfect. Ha, what a stupid statement. How can anything be better than perfect.
Simple, it all depends on how you look at the world.
Oh really Johnathan?
Yes it does, because to me Patrick you are pefectly perfect. There is no other person that I’d want to be by my side each and everyday. Now will you please tell me what’s put you in this sour mood.
It’s nothing, it’s just that I saw you with her and you seemed really and you both seemed really happy. I left before I could do something stupid.
Oh Patrick, would you like to know what we were talking about. We were talking about this ring that I got and how I’d ask you if you’d stay by my side for the rest of my life.
People are always so obsessed with being perfect. I don’t see the problem with being a little odd. Being a little cooky. Now I’m not supporting that people become insane, that’s different from being odd. But honestly, it’s okay to have a few flaws. It’s what makes you, well, you! Embrace it, don’t conform.
integrity
heart
togetherness
all of this comes to mind when i hear the word perfect
he comes to mind
he slips away
i don’t know what to do anymore
i’ve lost it all and i’m lost with out you
without your perfect soul and how we fit perfectly together.
perfectly is a strange word. a word that had to do with preciseness, and order. or it could be chaos if perfect chaos was the goal. the biggest problem is that its too hard to do anythign perfectly.
i dont like things falling into place. but sometimes they do. and when things seem to fall into place, they fall into it perfectly. depending on how you see perfectly. ad depending on what you see as a proper place. i hope one day i get to be perfect. or something like it – to someone.
Every time my hair falls perfectly on my head, my entire day is affected. Either I go all day swiping my bangs into the position they refuse to stay in, or I don’t touch it. And I hope everyone notices how nice I look. And I hope they ignore me when I don’t. I love my hair. When it does what want.
How does one write about this word? I think you are perfectly fine? Or I love how your hand fits perfectly in mine?
Does it have to rhyme? Or can we just go with the flow? Like, I love when we hug, our bodies fit perfectly together? ‘Tis true, but it does sound rather awkward. My dog is currently whimpering because he cannot get on my bed, which I think it is perfectly fine. Maybe tonight I may sleep just fine.
I suck at writing :D
She danced perfectly in front of the audience. They wondered at the way her body twisted and twirled to the beautiful sounds of the orchestra. It appeared that the song was written for her to dance to.
All seek.
None achieve
at least objectively.
But we all know the perfection
of one action,
one item,
one person.
Cannot be done. Unattainable. Unreal. High hopes. Let down. Fake.
nothing is perfect i am not perfect the only thing that is perfect is imperfection the world would be so boring if it were perfect i mean like what the fuck why does everyone strive to be “perfect” perfect is boring im so glad im me
How perfectly he manuevered the opponent’s words to fit his own speech, how perfectly he stood and used his assertive tone to make his point, and how perfectly he stared back at me. I wonder if this is love. When your heart beats fast, when you can spot him out in a crowd, when you want to be with him when you are sad. When I am around him, my stomach has butterflies, and I am so nervous and shy that I get red in the face. How I wish he could notice me too… but maybe he has seen my true self and he has decided to run away from it.
Perfectly imperfect. Every single human being is perfectly imperfect. Every person has their faults and personality flaws, but in reality they are perfect just the way they are. You wouldn’t be unique if you weren’t perfectly imperfect.
ME! the anterior deluxe of which wrangles the mind to the thyroid timely matters undone in an instant taken for what word begins with L “said the micro wizard to the lorax” said what then, why, there is going to be STEVE CHOI WITH HIS WAAGON WHEEL ALL UP ON HIS HIGH HORSE
There’s no such thing. That’s the beauty of it.
tonight ended perfectly. I had a great time. Perfectly isnt 100 percent perfect but just right. I’m satisfied :)
She is perfectly perfect in every way. Absolutely smooth blonde ringlets bouncing across slim shoulders as she walks. Slim, but not overly skinny, the perfect side. She wears enough make-up to enhance her natural beauty, but she doesn’t come off like a slut. Her clothes are all top of the line, from the most expensive stores. All the boys want her, and all the girls just want to kill her.
I know how everyone says nothing is perfect… But can’t something be perfectly flawed? Can’t you have the right amount of wrong, so that it’s right, and if so, what would that be?
The day panned out perfectly and that was because she hadn’t left anything to chance. There was something to be said about “To Do” lists, they really did work! The wedding was going off without a hitch, and she was so relieved.
Everything was perfect.
Elegant white glasses and drapes, beautiful women that had the best voices in the world, long lines of people with gorgeous smiles; lighting up the room like candles.
It was the perfect day.
Too bad she didn’t have the perfectly good man to marry.
When the young juvenille boy looked at his sunday school teacher, he knew what love was. She was everything he wanted perfectly compacted into the capsule of a human being.
The way our bodies curve into each other when we sleep.
she trudged up the stairs, feet heavy with a long day and mind full of the tasks of life and work. her key turned in the lock and let her into the shared studio apartment. haphazardly she let her files, folders, and stress fall from her arms onto the table and floor, moving in one swift motion to the couch. she slumped into the cushions and he folded his arms and his body around her perfectly.
this is the impossible. we strive for perfection, we may think we are close, but the hope for being perfect keeps us moving forward. perfectly. it is a gentle word. it is perfect itself.
There is no such thing as perfection. I cannot perform perfectly, although I may try… my options are limited to a dull constant in human convention. I perform solely to the best of my abilities, nothing more… but the notion to strive to become more than what once was thought possible is present in my inability to grasp perfection. Others see my perfectionism a vice, I see it a characteristic that will help me further myself in life. Is it possible that something can be a benefit and a poison simultaneously?
“This is perfectly unacceptable,” he slurred and smiled. “Not seeing me every minute of the day?” I asked, playing sarcastically dumb. “Yes. It really drags a bloke down.” I laughed at Julian’s drunkenness and listened to him blabber about his affection for me the whole way back to his dorm. I knew he would be back to his gloomy self again when he was sober, so I laughed up the moment as much as I could.
Kissing for the first time – the nervousness, the anticipation. Yet, you will remember it. All its fumbling and clumsiness. You’ll remember it perfectly.
You perfectly were nice corduroys and adorable sweaters. I like you and I wish I didn’t. It’s not going to work out perfectly.
Perfectly… perfectly. A home and a family would suit me perfectly… but I’m just an average girl. No one wants an average girl. I’d love to find love, but I don’t think there’s anyone out there whom I’d suit perfectly.
Perfectly? What a joke.
Why did I bite into perfectly ugly
It tasted like bitter and angry deceit.
Because perfectly’s nothing I wanted to be,
It’s clouded by heaven and drowning at sea.
Opening the door and walking in to Tiffany’s is the experience a woman dreams of,
gazing over row after row of perfectly shaped diamonds.
And there it was. Perfectly uttered. Crisp in it’s precision.
But at what cost? The perfect sense of bliss? So fleeting and yet so lingering.
It’s the darkness in me.
That’s what makes them haunt me.
Follow me.
Come after me.
I’m perfectly well-suited to their purposes.
They feel it.
I am it.
Perfect.
Because I’m not perfect
for this world.
There it was. Blinding. Inhumane. Perfect. So unlike anything I had encountered. It was almost painful to be in its presence and it stuck out like a sore thumb in a world so shattered and lost.
Thorn touched the opening gently, red liquid gushing from the boy’s brain across her fingers. She felt along the skull with a morbid tranquility, the same face Thade had seen musicians made when they were taken by their own art.
She drifts in and out of consciousness. Clouds envelope her, a scent of roses summons her into darkness. She is perfectly asleep.
It’s funny how some people always seem to be put together perfectly. In fact, it’s not fair. Recently somebody approached me and told me my outfits were always perfect. I was sure she had me mixed up with somebody else, but I guess beauty is really in the eyes of the beholder. The funny thing is, I thought the same thing about her.
The forest was perfectly quiet. Not a bird chirped. Not a squirrel rustled the leaves that littered the forest floor. It was too quite. Unnaturally quiet. Something was very, very wrong. Myrianna was going to find out what it was, if it was the last thing she did. She had to know what had happened.
Content. I’m warm. Cuddly. With a cup of tea, my candy cane blanket, my phone, and a good movie. Times like these are when I find myself simply and perfectly content.