She doesn’t notice that when she walks, and touches a chair gently before sitting in it, that she does this all perfectly. Her caution, her hands, hovering over the space. The shape of her mouth before taking a seat. She does this all perfectly.
Discovering who you are is more difficult then it sounds. Especially when you surrounded by people who’s main goal in life is to see how far they can put you back. So don’t lose faith in yourself. You are right here, discover who you are and free your mind from the confines of modern society.
The snow falling on branches, dusting the world.
Leaves dancing on the streets on an autumn day.
The sun creeping between blinds into your home, waking you up with its warmth.
Hugging someone and feeling safe in their arms.
Laughing until your stomach hurts.
Feeling perfectly perfect.
when life takes many many bad turns and for years you ponder these detours only to realize that you have ended up where you belong despite the bad things that got in your way. you find bliss.
Her fingers fit between his perfectly. Without hers there, he would feel empty; space that surrounded would flow back to the rest of his essence and he’d feel increasingly lonely. Was this what love truly did?
I don’t believe how perfectly we mesh. It’s like we were meant to be. But he’s so selfless he doesn’t want to hurt anybody, so it’s not ever going to happen. I want him to take what he wants and run. And I want it to be me.
perfettamente. Tutto dev’essere fatto perfettamente, ogni pensiero dev’essere perfetto, ogni forma. Ma cos’e il pensiero perfetto che sto inseguendo, neanche lo saprei disegnare , lo immagino ma stranamente è sempre diverso da quello che sono in quel momento, anche abbia raggiunto quello che poco prima era la mia perfezione
I feverishly worked far into the night. The problem wasn’t quite solved. I strove, thought, searched for hours one end, but still the solution eluded me. But I know that with enough time, and determination, my computer will work perfectly once again.
Perfectly? What precisely does that mean? To do something perfectly means that it is done without error. I don’t honestly know if that could ever be done in any capacity. Perfection is not meant to be attained..if it ever was, art would die. It is instead a standard by which we measure our works…it is the asymptote we aspire to reach, but never will, in our endeavors.
They moved together in a symphony of sighs and moans as the curtains were ruffled by a cool sea breeze that blew through the room to cool the sweat on their skin. She loved the smell of the salt, the sound of the midnight tide mixing with his shallow breaths, the feel of him against her, the sweat dripping down their bodies, the way he made her feel so good – both emotionally and physically, like she was a goddess he was paying homage to.
Like she was perfect.
What is perfect but a ghost of a whisper in our heads. It is a mirror of everything that we are. Nobody is perfect because perfection is an abiological ideal which is used to make one feel far inferior than one ought
This word fits perfectly with my day. I had to figure out what to do with it because perfectly is a difficult word to work into a sentence flawless. It is difficult to do anything perfectly without a great deal of practice.
mary poppins is apparently practically perfect in every way. or so she says. i don’t really understand that though. i think the sky should be perfectly blue on rainy days. i think that ice cream is perfectly awesome. it is cold and sweet. but not too sweet. unless you add chocolate syrup all over the top of it. it which case it is too sweet. but i wouldn’t mind. i am perfectly discontent with my life right now. I wish i could skip ahead.
You wait and see,
You hope and pray,
You talk and sing,
You’re everything.
You amaze and delight,
You calm and excite,
And you?
You resonate perfectly.
there is no such thing as perfect.
to do something perfectly is someone judging that it is, to their mind, perfect. Being a subjective determination is therefore not “perfect” by definition.
Except me.
I do everything perfectly.
The world is only as perfect as we make it out not to be. Hardly anything in life is going to be perfect, so lets not focus on the perfect; let’s focus on the amazing imperfections of everyone.
Es ist ein perfekter Morgen. Blauer Himmel, grünes Gras, die Sonne geht hinter dem See auf und vor mir schwimmen ein paar Stockenten – so muss es sein, das Wasser ist kühl, aber nicht zu kühl, es riecht nach Fisch und Algen, und halt, da ist noch etwas, ein Geruch, der nicht hierher gehört …
your nose is perfectly set. i notice you received kind of a complimentary nose job. you’re at work and that’s perfectly fine meeting new people and hopefully dreaming about how perfectly we fit together.
She executed every move perfectly, flawlessly even. That sort of grace was a rarity in this town. Never had I seen a woman dance like that before. And it is because of this, I spoke.
Your crooked smile, your soft lips, and your hands fit perfectly with mine. This magnetic feeling has me gravitating towards you. I still see you across the room laughing and talking, and I wonder how you are mine. You are perfect and nobody could replace you.
Perfectly sane. I swear, I was. Even with the monsters and the birds that were made of fire, clotting my vision and screeching in my ears, I was a genius.
There wasn’t a mistake in my birth. No, this was who I was supposed to be. I was perfectly fine, perfectly fine, as the needle slipped into my vein.
Perfectly. Alice did everything perfectly. When she spoke she never stuttered, her writing was always flawless. Her blue eyes glimmered in every light and her pale skin was always just a little shimmery. Her hair was never out of place and when she smiled, Gerard melted inside because it was just, simply perfect.
perfectly she sat, staring blankly up into the night sky, contemplating herself. she was lonely, but that wasn’t unnatural, it was regular anymore. but as the stars twinkled high above her, she didn’t feel so alone. as if each pinprick of light was someone there, telling her they loved her. it was all she needed, all she wanted.
She sat there perfectly. at least thats what I thought. her long hair done up into a loose braid, perfectly framed by her breasts. she hid them, barely, underneath a white tank top. which flowed over a long hippy skirt. in short she was the type of woman that I always stalked across shopping malls.
i placed the pictures perfectly upon the table. I arranged them in the order in which they were taken. I cried every time I looked a picture of a bird, and sang every time I looked at a picture of you.
it fit perfectly inside of his clenched hand. he squeezed harder and harder, leaving a red and fleshy imprint on the creases of his palm. he could feel it beating between his fingers– her heart.
It’s the way their bodies curve together while you’re watching, and you know it’s the way it feels to look out the window on a morning that is that, and it’s just so —
You know it’s the way the smiles look on their faces, and the way it replaces everything you ever thought you could know.
It’s the way that their breath melds together when their lips touch, and the way it makes you feel when you watch, like you’re apart, and like you’re not quite there.
Like they’re perfect, and you’re interrupting.
She doesn’t notice that when she walks, and touches a chair gently before sitting in it, that she does this all perfectly. Her caution, her hands, hovering over the space. The shape of her mouth before taking a seat. She does this all perfectly.
Perfectly is a word to say that something . ” It is perfectly right” for example.
There is no such thing as “perfect”
Something cannot be done “perfectly”
There are always ways to improve.
Perfectly is a word that is used simply to write about perfection; an active to describe an action as perfect e.g. “he crafted in perfectly”.
Discovering who you are is more difficult then it sounds. Especially when you surrounded by people who’s main goal in life is to see how far they can put you back. So don’t lose faith in yourself. You are right here, discover who you are and free your mind from the confines of modern society.
The snow falling on branches, dusting the world.
Leaves dancing on the streets on an autumn day.
The sun creeping between blinds into your home, waking you up with its warmth.
Hugging someone and feeling safe in their arms.
Laughing until your stomach hurts.
Feeling perfectly perfect.
the warm sun setting on a river, splashing everything in pink orange and yellow. after it sets the moon and stars shine like never before.
when life takes many many bad turns and for years you ponder these detours only to realize that you have ended up where you belong despite the bad things that got in your way. you find bliss.
Her fingers fit between his perfectly. Without hers there, he would feel empty; space that surrounded would flow back to the rest of his essence and he’d feel increasingly lonely. Was this what love truly did?
I don’t believe how perfectly we mesh. It’s like we were meant to be. But he’s so selfless he doesn’t want to hurt anybody, so it’s not ever going to happen. I want him to take what he wants and run. And I want it to be me.
perfettamente. Tutto dev’essere fatto perfettamente, ogni pensiero dev’essere perfetto, ogni forma. Ma cos’e il pensiero perfetto che sto inseguendo, neanche lo saprei disegnare , lo immagino ma stranamente è sempre diverso da quello che sono in quel momento, anche abbia raggiunto quello che poco prima era la mia perfezione
I feverishly worked far into the night. The problem wasn’t quite solved. I strove, thought, searched for hours one end, but still the solution eluded me. But I know that with enough time, and determination, my computer will work perfectly once again.
Perfectly? What precisely does that mean? To do something perfectly means that it is done without error. I don’t honestly know if that could ever be done in any capacity. Perfection is not meant to be attained..if it ever was, art would die. It is instead a standard by which we measure our works…it is the asymptote we aspire to reach, but never will, in our endeavors.
I am perfectly messing up this post. Perfect.
They moved together in a symphony of sighs and moans as the curtains were ruffled by a cool sea breeze that blew through the room to cool the sweat on their skin. She loved the smell of the salt, the sound of the midnight tide mixing with his shallow breaths, the feel of him against her, the sweat dripping down their bodies, the way he made her feel so good – both emotionally and physically, like she was a goddess he was paying homage to.
Like she was perfect.
She walks alone, it’s raining hard and the road is slick. So much for that, she thought. It couldn’t have gone more perfectly wrong.
The boy with the golden spoon. Born without fault. Everything he does is magic. No matter what it is. No blunder, no mistake, never fail. Envy.
What is perfect but a ghost of a whisper in our heads. It is a mirror of everything that we are. Nobody is perfect because perfection is an abiological ideal which is used to make one feel far inferior than one ought
This word fits perfectly with my day. I had to figure out what to do with it because perfectly is a difficult word to work into a sentence flawless. It is difficult to do anything perfectly without a great deal of practice.
mary poppins is apparently practically perfect in every way. or so she says. i don’t really understand that though. i think the sky should be perfectly blue on rainy days. i think that ice cream is perfectly awesome. it is cold and sweet. but not too sweet. unless you add chocolate syrup all over the top of it. it which case it is too sweet. but i wouldn’t mind. i am perfectly discontent with my life right now. I wish i could skip ahead.
You wait and see,
You hope and pray,
You talk and sing,
You’re everything.
You amaze and delight,
You calm and excite,
And you?
You resonate perfectly.
there is no such thing as perfect.
to do something perfectly is someone judging that it is, to their mind, perfect. Being a subjective determination is therefore not “perfect” by definition.
Except me.
I do everything perfectly.
The world is only as perfect as we make it out not to be. Hardly anything in life is going to be perfect, so lets not focus on the perfect; let’s focus on the amazing imperfections of everyone.
Es ist ein perfekter Morgen. Blauer Himmel, grünes Gras, die Sonne geht hinter dem See auf und vor mir schwimmen ein paar Stockenten – so muss es sein, das Wasser ist kühl, aber nicht zu kühl, es riecht nach Fisch und Algen, und halt, da ist noch etwas, ein Geruch, der nicht hierher gehört …
Wow. This is a rarity for me. Sure, I’ve set high standards before. Yet I’ve always held a belief that perfection is impossible.
“So what do we do now? Where do we go?” I asked him.
“We continue on.”
“But how will THAT help me remember?”
“Your memory will be jogged. Before long, you will understand it all perfectly.”
“What if that never happens?”
He smiled enigmatically. “Trust me. It won’t.”
perfectly climbing roses
grasping and clawing
beautiful
destruction
your nose is perfectly set. i notice you received kind of a complimentary nose job. you’re at work and that’s perfectly fine meeting new people and hopefully dreaming about how perfectly we fit together.
She executed every move perfectly, flawlessly even. That sort of grace was a rarity in this town. Never had I seen a woman dance like that before. And it is because of this, I spoke.
Your crooked smile, your soft lips, and your hands fit perfectly with mine. This magnetic feeling has me gravitating towards you. I still see you across the room laughing and talking, and I wonder how you are mine. You are perfect and nobody could replace you.
Perfectly sane. I swear, I was. Even with the monsters and the birds that were made of fire, clotting my vision and screeching in my ears, I was a genius.
There wasn’t a mistake in my birth. No, this was who I was supposed to be. I was perfectly fine, perfectly fine, as the needle slipped into my vein.
Perfectly. Alice did everything perfectly. When she spoke she never stuttered, her writing was always flawless. Her blue eyes glimmered in every light and her pale skin was always just a little shimmery. Her hair was never out of place and when she smiled, Gerard melted inside because it was just, simply perfect.
perfectly she sat, staring blankly up into the night sky, contemplating herself. she was lonely, but that wasn’t unnatural, it was regular anymore. but as the stars twinkled high above her, she didn’t feel so alone. as if each pinprick of light was someone there, telling her they loved her. it was all she needed, all she wanted.
She sat there perfectly. at least thats what I thought. her long hair done up into a loose braid, perfectly framed by her breasts. she hid them, barely, underneath a white tank top. which flowed over a long hippy skirt. in short she was the type of woman that I always stalked across shopping malls.
She was perfectly beautiful. For all her faults, for all her problems – she was gorgeous. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was the only one.
He was perfect. She loved him with everything she had simply because he wasn’t perfect.
i placed the pictures perfectly upon the table. I arranged them in the order in which they were taken. I cried every time I looked a picture of a bird, and sang every time I looked at a picture of you.
it fit perfectly inside of his clenched hand. he squeezed harder and harder, leaving a red and fleshy imprint on the creases of his palm. he could feel it beating between his fingers– her heart.
Everything gets done right. Everyone is happy and content, almost bliss. Im happy
Everything gets done right. Everyone is happy and content, almost bliss. Looks great Im happy
It’s the way their bodies curve together while you’re watching, and you know it’s the way it feels to look out the window on a morning that is that, and it’s just so —
You know it’s the way the smiles look on their faces, and the way it replaces everything you ever thought you could know.
It’s the way that their breath melds together when their lips touch, and the way it makes you feel when you watch, like you’re apart, and like you’re not quite there.
Like they’re perfect, and you’re interrupting.