Imperfections
The faults in a person or thing. Everyone has them, and it’s what makes you unique to yourself. So let’s stop trying to fix them. Let’s embrace and love it.
Love yourself for who you are, despite your imperfections.
imperfect
Reality... The under-valued quirkiness that makes us uniquely awesome... The little parts of someone or something that the right person can see... And appreciate... And want... For they do not fit the mould or the majority, but they are the right fit where it counts. For the right people, imperfection is perfection.
Others see it as imperfect... And that makes it all the more perfect to me
perfectly imperfect
when someone has strong feelings for you they may tell you that you're "perfectly imperfect" basically saying that they accept your flaws, they like you enough that they see past your insecurities, a way of saying that you're perfect to them.
girl: I hate my hair, nose, laugh, etc.
I'm not perfect
guy: I love all those things about you, you're perfectly imperfect
I'm not perfect
guy: I love all those things about you, you're perfectly imperfect
imperfect perfection
Someone who is broken, but still breathing. The person worth fighting for.
She was an Imperfect perfection, and i’m glad i fought for her.
This Time Imperfect
One of two hidden tracks from AFI's "...But Home Is Nowhere," along with "The Spoken Word," which is a poem. Lyrics:
I cannot leave here, I cannot stay.
Forever haunted more than afraid.
Asphyxiate on words I would say.
I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue.
There are no flowers, no, not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find.
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this hurts me.
I cannot stay here, I cannot leave.
Just like all I loved, I'm make believe.
Imagined heart, I disappear, seems
No-one will appear here and make me real.
There are no flowers, no, not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find.
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this hurts me.
I'd tell you how it haunts me,
I'd tell you how it haunts me,
(Cuts through my day, and sinks into my dreams)
I'd tell you how it haunts me,
(Cuts through my day, and sinks into my dreams)
You don't care that it haunts me.
Oh,
There are no flowers, no, not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find.
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this hurts me,
Just how much this hurts me,
Just how much you...
AFI truly created a masterpiece in This Time Imperfect, as well as ...But Home is Nowhere and The Spoken Word.
Forever haunted more than afraid.
Asphyxiate on words I would say.
I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue.
There are no flowers, no, not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find.
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this hurts me.
I cannot stay here, I cannot leave.
Just like all I loved, I'm make believe.
Imagined heart, I disappear, seems
No-one will appear here and make me real.
There are no flowers, no, not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find.
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this hurts me.
I'd tell you how it haunts me,
I'd tell you how it haunts me,
(Cuts through my day, and sinks into my dreams)
I'd tell you how it haunts me,
(Cuts through my day, and sinks into my dreams)
You don't care that it haunts me.
Oh,
There are no flowers, no, not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find.
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this hurts me,
Just how much this hurts me,
Just how much you...
AFI truly created a masterpiece in This Time Imperfect, as well as ...But Home is Nowhere and The Spoken Word.
perfect imperfection
The the perfect flaw.
My creation is such a perfect imperfection!!!
This Time Imperfect
1. Spoken prose of a hidden track by A.F.I, nown to creep out those who hear it.
See also: A.F.I, End of the World
See also: A.F.I, End of the World
"We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay,and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like he news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay,and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like he news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."