Novel & Cerita Perfection Addiction Movie

"That our first born might not be perfect. I would never have done it Talon you should know me better than that. I just thought it was fair to give you the option." "Know a lot of so called perfect people that do some fucked up shit. When's the last time you seen a so called imperfect person on the news hacking up people across state lines for fun? I'm thinking this perfect shit has holes in it." I kissed her nose with all the guck she had on it. "Only you would think like that."

I added, and he looked at me confused. “We see many people in our life who are perfect and imperfect as per our list, we have in our mind about perfections and imperfections. Just because one person is the perfect doesn’t mean that he is perfect as a partner to any person too. So Raj is the perfect guy I can ever know which you too accept, but he is not perfect for me.” I said explaining everything. He nodded after a few minutes and said, “You need not resign and my asking you to do that is my stupidity.”

It really need be at perfection. My fingers continually jerk. My eyes reddens over no blinking. A sweat droplet instantly drop past my fingers. I sigh I heave relieved. Perfection. Right quantity, quality and size. I admire my newly made drug. It'll certainly perform my desired trick. All hopes on it. Mom roughly barge's in. She hastily bang hard the door My heart skips. She sure startles me. My drug instantly slips. I gasp. I aim for it. Well it's far out of my reach.

"Why did it have to be him, of all people? I don't even know why I'm here! Drinking away my sorrows just to forget about him. It's not as if he's that handsome. I mean, Jade has such a nasty temper, and I hate what he does sometimes. Do I even deserve this?!" "It's always like that, bestie. Sometimes, we don't get what we want from life. See, most of us aren't perfect my dear. We just have to make the best out of people even if we think their wrong for us, sometimes. Make Jade a perfect gentle man, Fire. I notice his best whenever he's with you. Have you seen the spark in his eyes, recently? That's the charm you've given to him. I've also noticed the same joy in you of resent. I don't know i

“I question the old man, and he studies me in silence. “If you do, then you would understand why I'm here. “I reply, and he shuts his eyes and inhales deeply. “You really want to be perfect, huh? “He questions and I stare at him in silence. “I believe you've heard the saying, beauty is pain. How much pain are you willing to go through, and how beautiful do you want to be? How hungry are you for perfection? “He questions, and I scoff. “ I'd bear any amount of pain to shut my Aunt up. To be a god who would stun everyone, and be mindlessly worshiped. I'm not hungry for perfection, I'm starved for it, and I'd go to any length to attain it. “I reply. Burning as the occurrence from the party repla

“I’ve never met anyone else so perfect for me—inside and outside of the bedroom—and I’m not letting you go. I’m gonna take you any way I can get you, baby girl. Any way at all. Even if that means it’s on your terms.” “You’re crazy,” I whispered, a tear falling down my cheek. “You don’t get what my addiction is, do you? You don’t get how I could destroy you, me, and everyone around us. I could hurt us all without batting an eyelid because that’s what my addiction is. It’s just too tempting to fight.” “You’re the biggest addiction I’ve ever been faced with. I’m not going to let you hurt us. Do you see that?” “No, because you don’t know.”

“Well, you strike me as someone who is suspiciously perfect.” “I have now told you about two of my flaws. How can I be perfect if I have two flaws?” “Oh, I’m so flawed,” Addison says in a sing-song voice. “I’m way too romantic and I love doing laundry. Who could ever love me!” Javan frowns a little. “Don’t make fun of me. People really have been bothered by those things.” “I’m sorry,” Addison says, and she is. She can’t help it—she reaches up, tucking a lock of hair behind Javan’s ear. “I think those people must have been pretty silly. You seem great just how you are.”

We ended up getting addicted to each other and we were stuck in a dynamic tornado that always changed direction but that we had mastered because we were together. When I was younger I was obsessed with the perfect movie men. There is nothing wrong with them. There is nothing wrong with falling in love with a fictional character from a book. Everyone has fallen in love with Draco Malfoy. Or not. I don't want to say that I do. I was more of Cedric Diggory, but he died. I am straying from the topic. I mean that for some time, it's okay to get stuck with perfect people that you won't find in your life, but then you realize that they don't exist and that you're going to be left alone and overwhel

“I’m not fucking perfect, Ronan. I’ve spent my whole life trying to be. And it’s exhausting. It’s a lie.” He says nothing, just stands there, dripping and waiting. “My mom thought if I just stayed calm, got good grades, smiled enough, kept the younger kids quiet, it would stop dad getting angry.” Ronan is looking shell-shocked. “If I was flawless, then good things would follow. But they never. They just fucking never. Then I rush into a fairytale because we’re being goofy together, and he loves me not being perfect.” “Serena…” “Then I get to Hale Mansion and I have to be perfect again. And I’m pregnant. Everyone loves me until I lose the baby. Then I’m like a disease to them.”

“Yes, I can, but can’t you understand that your bubble suffocated me? I wanted so desperately to make you proud, to be the perfect wife, to hold my own beside you, to give you the beautiful mini Moore we both wanted—and I did want them too, I really did, but I needed to find my self-respect first. I never found it with you because the pressure of living up to the perfection of your life was just too much.’ The walls of the surrounding buildings seemed to close in on her, crowding her, squeezing her, like creatures from the horror film her fairy-tale marriage had turned into. She gazed at him, feeling an almost unbearable sadness loom down on her. He looked haggard, as if he’d been told his e