She was worried all the time. It didn’t matter what was actually happening, it was always going wrong. Even in the best of times, things were turning sour. And she knew that she did this to herself, but didn’t know how to stop it. How to do change the way your mind works?
i am so perfectionistic sometimes that perhaps it’s bad for me. because perfect to me may not be the same perfect for the other people and it gives me an inaccurate sense of the kind of things I should be aiming for. more often than not, I’m not able to do things “perfectly” and it bothers me more than it prolly should.
rianne
I pulled the monstrosity of lace and tulle over my head. It felt as if I were crawling through a rainforest. I hated it, even before it fell to my toes. As the young woman from the boutique laced me up, my future mother-in-law beamed. I smiled back knowing this would never be THE dress. I would come back when she couldn’t be with me and then, I’d find the dress that fit my dreams perfectly.
Heather
God is truth and perfection.
nicole
Everything was so perfect. The way the sun hit the water, the way her hair blew gently in the wind. Everything was peaceful there by the beach. It would have to end sometime though. He kissed her gently. It would all end eventually.
Emily Mae
perfectly completely. sounds of trains through air, waves over soundless beaches, city laid bare.
maya
Perfectly I dream in perfect concentric dreams going round and round. Only in dreams do I see so perfectly.
I’m perfectly, utterly confused when you kiss me and my head starts to spin like there would be a jaded, drunken butterfly caged inside. I love the feeling and I truly love you. It’s perfect and nothing less.
I’m perfectly, utterly confused when you kiss me and my head starts to spin like there would be a jaded, drunken butterfly caged inside. I love the feeling.
Piitou
If life was perfecty lived we would all be happy fullfilled and at peace. How do you do that?To love to herish and give up your own ideals to suit another
doreen
It fitted just as it should snug and just right for the evening
It didn’t belong to her but she felt as if it should
Giving it back wasn’t an option, she’d made sure of that
Where’s the point of burying someone in their favourite clothes?
Hilary W
She had always wanted to be perfect. Ever since she could remember, she had been comparing herself with everyone around her. Sometimes, she felt quite good about herself, but there was always someone who was smarter, prettier, more athletic, more social… She thought that if she could just be perfect, she’d be happy. She never got to be happy.
Rushtail
Perfectly, perfectly dreaming, loving, kissing. Perfectly is not reality, perfectly is a dream. a dream we all wish for. Pretending perfectly was real, wishing for perfectly.
Alayha
Her eyebrows always had that perfectly groomed look about them. The mantelpiece that showed off the fireplace at it’s best, the over hanging canopy that finished the beautiful display in the shop front window, enticing people into the the world within.
Day-dream Weaver
One word. that can mean a lot. more than a sentence as well as that. just love. that means a lot. right? it’s pretty amazing how one word just can change everything. it can also hurt you. let’s make this world better. one word. that’s it. even more. can change and make people feel better. If you could have one thing said to you. what would it be? would it be magical? yes. my ONE word would. last words as well can make everything magical, and even change everything around, one words…are….magical.
Jenny
To be perfectly honest she was at wit’s end. For five years she had struggled to bring her love’s family together. Her love’s father would never budge an inch though, always refusing to become malleable and assuage the problems the family had. So now, as she quietly opened her tired eyes in the hospital, the white lights burning at first, she was surprised to see her father-in-law rocking her baby boy, his twin sister asleep in her cradle.
“Sir?” She drawled sleepily…”You’re here.”
“Of course. “ he said grinning happily. “They’re my grandchildren…They’re my family.”
How perfectly do we fit together you and I?
As perfectly as two spoons in a drawer.
As perfectly as your ying to my yang.
As perfectly as a couple who are destined to live our lives
perfectly for all time.
You are made perfectly for me as I for you.
It was perfectly typed, perfectly grammatically correct, perfectly everything. She took a long look at it, and then threw it in the fire and watch the flames slowly eat it, pull it into the darkness.
i am perfectly happy just sitting here finding new stuff on the internet. some of it is very funny but all of it quite interesting. i do need to go take a quick nap before shea weaks up from hers. i wonder what happens with this when the time is up…………….
sarah
The sun shone perfectly though it was deceptive. It looked warm outside but it was very cold indeed.
It was a perfectly good pair of shoes, according to her mother but now she had Katie’s influence in her life and apparently perfectly good wasn’t good enough any more.
Polly
It was perfectly normal for Sam to walk home after school by himself. With slight envy, he eyed the boys laughing and playing across the street on the same path home wishing he didn’t feel invisible. The scenario played itself out day in and day out. Sam was used to it. One afternoon, Sam sensed something was different. He kept hearing a crunch of leaves behind him but when he turned to investigate, the path behind him was empty.
perfectly
always
never
wrinkled
nor
torn
neither
ugly
shelly
perectly is how one can go about their day. or try to. even when we try out hardest, like trying to spell words correctly, it sodesn’t always hpan. Happen. Holy moly. Good think I don’t think I am perfectly perfect. I’m using backspace too much.
Reminds me of those girls in high school with the makeup and the cheerleading and the boyfriends–they seem to handle their lives ‘perfectly’. hmm…
ZM
She straightened her beautifully but pricey white dress before heading out to church. Then her drunken brother came barreling into the room and spilt red wine on the hem. She squealed with shock. While her brother began laughing she ran out the room to see a policeman at her neighbor’s door,she began to weep.
Gabby
chopin harmonise strings and keys with mathematical grace; miles; realm shifting splices of existince between notes that is perfectly sound.
your warmth cradled
my sadness perfectly,
like you were made by God to
help me and hold me
right in this moment,
and wash my tears away in
your golden glow.
we were suited for each other, yes.
we worked together, and we laughed together
and we talk together like two old souls
who’d known each other longer
than the world we’d been.
I’d only met you yesterday, and yet
I felt like our shared smiles were primordial
and natural,
and the folds in our faces were
those of Mother Earth herself.
He sat perfectly still looking out across the fields. It was coming and he was scared that if he moved from the window it would see him and send a beam and destroy the house. but it was going to do that anyway, but he wanted to put it off as long as he could, he could feel the perfectly calm day coming to a perfect close.
perfectly plain in this moment, in every freaking way. Not a single thing that i feel, never mind, soon there’ll be plenty to be
inabrk
I’m asking a perfectly reasonable question. Did you? Come on, stop the silence. Did you? I know because I saw you.
Ed
I love to try to do things perfectly, but the older I get, the more I have to just let this go. Things aren’t going to be perfect, they can get close, but trying for perfection all the time is exhausting, and really – what’s the point. Now I just try to do the best I can with a great attitude!
Katherine
open to interpret. impossible. redefinition. insertion. butterfly in skies of blue and its wings fluttering
with no delicacy
but with outmost care
kathy
Our night ended as perfectly as it could have; great company, tasty drinks & food, fun music & crowds, & a great adventure. The complete night was not perfect though, considering our RSVP was lost. Luckily that was taken care of right away & we went on with our night & had one awesome time. But don’t fool yourself, because nothing can ever truly be perfect in life, nothing!
The cat was curled up warm and perfectly still in Thomas’ lap. The purrs lulled him into complacency. The cold wet nose on the back of his hand just made his heart melt. And his skin peel. Really, he should have reached for a fire extinguisher after the candle caught the drapes on fire.
I’m perfectly okay as I read the last line of the letter. How could I be anything but alright when his words are so eloquently written for me? The entire room, moments ago full of chattering individuals, is suddenly silent. The dazzlingly bright lights overhead must have been turned off, because I’m standing in the dark. The hot air, warning of summer, must have run off, because my hands are so numb and cold that I drop the paper onto the floor before me. The world around me is crumbling, but I’m perfectly okay.
To many, he was the perfect man; witty, handsome, and brilliant. A powerful combination. Head held high, he was admired for his charming personality and amazing talents. He wore his warm smile like a Guy Fawkes mask, and he masqueraded as the paradigm of perfection. Yet when we would be alone, he would break down into tears as he realized his one flaw: he didn’t exist.
She was worried all the time. It didn’t matter what was actually happening, it was always going wrong. Even in the best of times, things were turning sour. And she knew that she did this to herself, but didn’t know how to stop it. How to do change the way your mind works?
It was perfectly wrong.
i am so perfectionistic sometimes that perhaps it’s bad for me. because perfect to me may not be the same perfect for the other people and it gives me an inaccurate sense of the kind of things I should be aiming for. more often than not, I’m not able to do things “perfectly” and it bothers me more than it prolly should.
I pulled the monstrosity of lace and tulle over my head. It felt as if I were crawling through a rainforest. I hated it, even before it fell to my toes. As the young woman from the boutique laced me up, my future mother-in-law beamed. I smiled back knowing this would never be THE dress. I would come back when she couldn’t be with me and then, I’d find the dress that fit my dreams perfectly.
God is truth and perfection.
Everything was so perfect. The way the sun hit the water, the way her hair blew gently in the wind. Everything was peaceful there by the beach. It would have to end sometime though. He kissed her gently. It would all end eventually.
perfectly completely. sounds of trains through air, waves over soundless beaches, city laid bare.
Perfectly I dream in perfect concentric dreams going round and round. Only in dreams do I see so perfectly.
I’m perfectly, utterly confused when you kiss me and my head starts to spin like there would be a jaded, drunken butterfly caged inside. I love the feeling and I truly love you. It’s perfect and nothing less.
I’m perfectly, utterly confused when you kiss me and my head starts to spin like there would be a jaded, drunken butterfly caged inside. I love the feeling.
If life was perfecty lived we would all be happy fullfilled and at peace. How do you do that?To love to herish and give up your own ideals to suit another
It fitted just as it should snug and just right for the evening
It didn’t belong to her but she felt as if it should
Giving it back wasn’t an option, she’d made sure of that
Where’s the point of burying someone in their favourite clothes?
She had always wanted to be perfect. Ever since she could remember, she had been comparing herself with everyone around her. Sometimes, she felt quite good about herself, but there was always someone who was smarter, prettier, more athletic, more social… She thought that if she could just be perfect, she’d be happy. She never got to be happy.
Perfectly, perfectly dreaming, loving, kissing. Perfectly is not reality, perfectly is a dream. a dream we all wish for. Pretending perfectly was real, wishing for perfectly.
Her eyebrows always had that perfectly groomed look about them. The mantelpiece that showed off the fireplace at it’s best, the over hanging canopy that finished the beautiful display in the shop front window, enticing people into the the world within.
One word. that can mean a lot. more than a sentence as well as that. just love. that means a lot. right? it’s pretty amazing how one word just can change everything. it can also hurt you. let’s make this world better. one word. that’s it. even more. can change and make people feel better. If you could have one thing said to you. what would it be? would it be magical? yes. my ONE word would. last words as well can make everything magical, and even change everything around, one words…are….magical.
To be perfectly honest she was at wit’s end. For five years she had struggled to bring her love’s family together. Her love’s father would never budge an inch though, always refusing to become malleable and assuage the problems the family had. So now, as she quietly opened her tired eyes in the hospital, the white lights burning at first, she was surprised to see her father-in-law rocking her baby boy, his twin sister asleep in her cradle.
“Sir?” She drawled sleepily…”You’re here.”
“Of course. “ he said grinning happily. “They’re my grandchildren…They’re my family.”
How perfectly do we fit together you and I?
As perfectly as two spoons in a drawer.
As perfectly as your ying to my yang.
As perfectly as a couple who are destined to live our lives
perfectly for all time.
You are made perfectly for me as I for you.
It was perfectly typed, perfectly grammatically correct, perfectly everything. She took a long look at it, and then threw it in the fire and watch the flames slowly eat it, pull it into the darkness.
i am perfectly happy just sitting here finding new stuff on the internet. some of it is very funny but all of it quite interesting. i do need to go take a quick nap before shea weaks up from hers. i wonder what happens with this when the time is up…………….
The sun shone perfectly though it was deceptive. It looked warm outside but it was very cold indeed.
It was a perfectly good pair of shoes, according to her mother but now she had Katie’s influence in her life and apparently perfectly good wasn’t good enough any more.
It was perfectly normal for Sam to walk home after school by himself. With slight envy, he eyed the boys laughing and playing across the street on the same path home wishing he didn’t feel invisible. The scenario played itself out day in and day out. Sam was used to it. One afternoon, Sam sensed something was different. He kept hearing a crunch of leaves behind him but when he turned to investigate, the path behind him was empty.
perfectly
always
never
wrinkled
nor
torn
neither
ugly
perectly is how one can go about their day. or try to. even when we try out hardest, like trying to spell words correctly, it sodesn’t always hpan. Happen. Holy moly. Good think I don’t think I am perfectly perfect. I’m using backspace too much.
Reminds me of those girls in high school with the makeup and the cheerleading and the boyfriends–they seem to handle their lives ‘perfectly’. hmm…
She straightened her beautifully but pricey white dress before heading out to church. Then her drunken brother came barreling into the room and spilt red wine on the hem. She squealed with shock. While her brother began laughing she ran out the room to see a policeman at her neighbor’s door,she began to weep.
chopin harmonise strings and keys with mathematical grace; miles; realm shifting splices of existince between notes that is perfectly sound.
your warmth cradled
my sadness perfectly,
like you were made by God to
help me and hold me
right in this moment,
and wash my tears away in
your golden glow.
we were suited for each other, yes.
we worked together, and we laughed together
and we talk together like two old souls
who’d known each other longer
than the world we’d been.
I’d only met you yesterday, and yet
I felt like our shared smiles were primordial
and natural,
and the folds in our faces were
those of Mother Earth herself.
He sat perfectly still looking out across the fields. It was coming and he was scared that if he moved from the window it would see him and send a beam and destroy the house. but it was going to do that anyway, but he wanted to put it off as long as he could, he could feel the perfectly calm day coming to a perfect close.
perfectly plain in this moment, in every freaking way. Not a single thing that i feel, never mind, soon there’ll be plenty to be
I’m asking a perfectly reasonable question. Did you? Come on, stop the silence. Did you? I know because I saw you.
I love to try to do things perfectly, but the older I get, the more I have to just let this go. Things aren’t going to be perfect, they can get close, but trying for perfection all the time is exhausting, and really – what’s the point. Now I just try to do the best I can with a great attitude!
open to interpret. impossible. redefinition. insertion. butterfly in skies of blue and its wings fluttering
with no delicacy
but with outmost care
Our night ended as perfectly as it could have; great company, tasty drinks & food, fun music & crowds, & a great adventure. The complete night was not perfect though, considering our RSVP was lost. Luckily that was taken care of right away & we went on with our night & had one awesome time. But don’t fool yourself, because nothing can ever truly be perfect in life, nothing!
The cat was curled up warm and perfectly still in Thomas’ lap. The purrs lulled him into complacency. The cold wet nose on the back of his hand just made his heart melt. And his skin peel. Really, he should have reached for a fire extinguisher after the candle caught the drapes on fire.
amidst this chaos and this madness that surrounds you, i commend you for sitting so perfectly.
Perfectly. We wish for things to all happen perfectly.
Without imperfection, without precision, without everything falling apart.
Perfectly.
Without flaw.
We seek to have everything to happen perfectly. We dream. We aspire.
Perfectly.
We live our lives trying to do everything perfectly.
Maybe in the end, everything just works out perfectly the way it was meant to be.
amazing faultless intriguing idealistic rennaisance smile love grace peaceful rebellious free truthful artistic rejuvenate mesmerizing mirage ephemera;
I’m perfectly okay as I read the last line of the letter. How could I be anything but alright when his words are so eloquently written for me? The entire room, moments ago full of chattering individuals, is suddenly silent. The dazzlingly bright lights overhead must have been turned off, because I’m standing in the dark. The hot air, warning of summer, must have run off, because my hands are so numb and cold that I drop the paper onto the floor before me. The world around me is crumbling, but I’m perfectly okay.
To many, he was the perfect man; witty, handsome, and brilliant. A powerful combination. Head held high, he was admired for his charming personality and amazing talents. He wore his warm smile like a Guy Fawkes mask, and he masqueraded as the paradigm of perfection. Yet when we would be alone, he would break down into tears as he realized his one flaw: he didn’t exist.