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There was no reason for me to be angry since the conversation went well, a little too well but still I’m angry. Anybody who knows me knows am a perfectionist, there shouldn’t be any flaws in my plans or projects. Because if there’s even a slight error I go berserk. It’s like a thing I was born with I’m not a perfectionist because I love precision. I’m a perfectionist because I don’t survive mistakes, Perfectionism isn’t ambition It’s defense and I don’t leave room for error. People like me don’t get margins! I notice disorder before I notice anything else. It’s like seeing a chair pulled out too far with the need to correct it or a stack of papers misaligned on the table, or maybe Someone’s

They weren't overly large, nor were they too small; they were the absolute definition of perfection—exactly the way I liked it. It felt as if perfection had taken a human form and walked straight into my private sanctuary. If the gods ever came down and allowed me to choose just one single prize from this entire world, I would have chosen her without a moment of hesitation. Yet, the irony wasn't lost on me. The universe had handed me the most beautiful, tempting apple in the orchard, but it had also placed a curse on me that ensured I could never eat it.

"So far everybody has been amazing. And I know Asher and I aren't going to be the perfect leaders. But I mean that's why we have you as a pack." I took a shaky breath."Because anybody alone has imperfections, but put people together and suddenly their imperfections turn into perfections making us one. Together as one we are perfect. I know we can do this because were not alone. We have you to make us that perfect one.

She stepped out and looked around, squinting as she took in her environment before putting on her shades. "You are perfect, Scar," I said. She turned to look at me, her perfectly carved brow up in askance. "You think? Perfection doesn't exist, Finn. It's just a social construct and sadly, we have all fallen into the trap. We do a lot of things just to stay perfect when we could just be ourselves. Imperfect," She was a smart woman. Heartfelt. That was perfect enough for me. She wasn't empty. She had a soul. A beautiful soul and that was perfect to me.

Michael was surprised as well, “she said it to you too?” “Yes,” she chuckled. “Well, that means I won’t have to explain it then.” “Yeah, you don’t have to.” Michael gave a curt nod, “good,” he rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, “anyway, the thing is, I have already been considering it and after listening to that rose example, I figured we can never be perfect, but we can learn to live with each other’s imperfection, thereby making ourselves perfect. But when I look at you Sasha, your imperfection is what makes you unique, is what makes you perfect. And I know that I will die if I don’t get to be with that imperfection. No one has to change for anybody, we just have to learn to be wi

"Yeah but then, it's still fun. I'm so going for the post of the social perfect girl. Babe, don't you think I'd be perfect for the role?" I looked away from Kunmi when I heard Aminah's words. She was looking up at Kunle and waiting for his approval but the latter was looking at Sophia and I knew why. Sophia had always wanted that post. "Sophia is going... She wants that post too." Kunle answered her, sitting up straighter and so uncomfortable. Well, talk about having two wives without even knowing it.

"I hope and pray that you are the one I will wait for to walk down the aisle." "I adore you." "I want you to be my own, my priceless." "I want you to be that special woman in my life." He paused but continued. "I know I'm not meant to be telling you this now because we have to catch the person that hurt your parents, but I can't help my feelings anymore." "I want us to get the person together." "I want it to be you and I against the world." "I would never hurt you or think of replacing you."

He asks warmly, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m so tired of getting credit for things that just so happened to occur in my general vicinity.” I complain, slumping back and rubbing my full belly. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliments… I just… perfection is an impossible thing to live up to… and I am so far from perfect it’s laughable. I don’t want to end up with a reputation that I’m destined to fall short of – I’m only human after all.” A moment after the words leave my mouth, I realize they aren’t true. “I mean, not human, but I’m just a person like everyone else.”

In her mind, no one was truly perfect in this world. The so-called perfect person should not eat or drink and be capable of doing everything. That was called true perfectionism. Only gods should be so perfect. Were they gods? Weren't they just like humans like everyone else? Yet they pretended to be perfectionists. Julien found her huffing look cute, and he couldn't help but pinch her cheek. It felt tender and good. "Radical, indeed," Julien echoed. As a model husband, he needed to support his wife.

#songs #AdamLambert. - Better than I know myself #TheScript #Army of angels Clara I'm not perfect .I've always said that; perfection isn't perfection unless there are imperfections visible... So we are all imperfectly perfect . There are some moments in life when you feel undeserving of what you have or like a total loser.I've had many of those days and weeks ,when I sometimes feel like I'm not being a good enough mother to my son , or perfect wife to my husband . When you wake up in the morning and wish you could fall back to sleep cause you hate feeling like you are failing at a role you should perfectly fit into cause you've had enough practice, however you still feel like you are always