Perfectly Imperfect

I Can't be Perfect. Stop Asking me to Try Viola Leighton || 23 || Conductor Perfection is not attainable, but if we chase perfection we can catch excellence. Success is the result of perfection, hard work, learning from failure, loyalty, and...

[backup-ashxewis]

         “I’m friggin’ 24 years old! Stop me from aging already..”

[perfectlyimperfect-viola]

“Sure, let me just get my time machine.”

[photographercaiden]

“So do you eat like chicken nuggets with a fork or something?” 

[perfectlyimperfect-viola]

“Frankly I tend to avoid eating chicken nuggets all together, however should I partake in them... I suppose, yes, that would be what I would do.”

[photographercaiden]

“It’s not that messy..” 

[perfectlyimperfect-viola]

“Yet you cannot say that it is not messy. Any mess is too much mess in my opinion.  Besides, eating with your fingers is... such an unpleasant idea. Utensils exist for a reason.”

[photographercaiden]

“And why not? Are you a vegan?” 

[perfectlyimperfect-viola]

“No, however I do not care for things that are quite so... messy..”

[photographercaiden]

“Mm, this chicken is really good.. do you want some?” 

[perfectlyimperfect-viola]

“umm, I am good thank you. Perhaps... never.”

[the-saga-of-aurora]

“I think I might have stumbled into the wrong room. I was actually looking for the library to write down what I witnessed today. You know lots of things happen in this school. I wasn’t expecting to have so much things to write about it. I mean, I know it’s an art school and and everyone here has probably amazing stories to tell. Much more than mine anyway. I don’t have that much interesting going on in my life. Expect that I’m in an art school now. Which I guess is pretty interesting. But you guys have been here so much longer than me, so my story probably doesn’t matter compared to yours. And my paper isn’t really about me. I don’t like writing that much about myself. Or interviewing myself. It’s really hard to do. Anyway,— I’m not sure where I am now. I mean I’m in a room. With you. But I don’t know where we are. Could you direct me to the library? Or just tell me where we are? I think i’d be able to figure it out if I knew.“

[perfectlyimperfect-viola]

“Why don’t we try starting with a nice deep breath to try to calm down. I think that might just help everyone involved.”

[benjamincoop-deactivated2016042]

“I was thinking the same thing for at least the first few days. Today I’m taking the walk up Castle Hill. You’re welcome to join me, if you’d like.” Ben said with a smile, slipping on the straps of his bag.

[perfectlyimperfect-viola]

“You are saving your alcoholism until the end of the trip?” Viola flashed a tiny almost teasing smile before nodding her head, “I would quite like to see that if you are sure you would not mind the company.”

[perfectlyimperfect-viola]

“I do not understand the tradition of taking a week out of your life simply to become drunk and recall none of it the day after. It seems such an... American thing to do. At the very least there is some culture in these parts, and I am not forced to rely only upon a beach, a pool and a bar for amusement.”

[luke--bakker]

“H-Huh?” He asked, realizing someone was addressing him. Luke had just got off of the phone with his mother who’d wished him a happy 21st, and to be honest he’s almost forgotten. Clearly this person hadn’t.

[perfectlyimperfect-viola]

Viola gave a small smile as he turned towards him, breaking out of whatever world he had drifted off too, “I had said Happy Birthday, though now I feel rather compelled to change it to is everything all right?”

[milliondollar-nullings]

“But I want to go now! I miss them.” Millard began to sulk.

[perfectlyimperfect-viola]

“Well you can always call them if you miss them. It is not the same as seeing them but it will be better than nothing and you can go see them soon.”

[milliondollar-nullings]

I know uni does not have half term but I wanted to see mummy. 

[perfectlyimperfect-viola]

“We have a two week break in a couple of weeks, actually. You could go see your parents then should you wish.”

[perfectlyimperfect-viola]

Text || Lula

Luke: Viola, you're only human! You need to remember this before you beat yourself up over little mistakes.

Luke: Alright, I'll be down there in a minute.

Viola: But I don't make these mistakes! I just don't.

Viola: All right.

[luke--bakker]

Three Little Words || Lula

[luke--bakker]

Luke blushed to the tease, and ducked his head a little, instead focusing on the task at hand. Moving to his own seat and sitting down, he smiled to her softly, and took his sip. “I’m g-g-glad you think so, though I m-must admit to having a little help. Eccentric a-a-as he is, Christopher s-sure knows how to c-c-cook.” He gave a light shrug. “Well… If you eat now your food will be warmer? But it d-d-does depend on h-how l-l-long you can stand waiting.”

[perfectlyimperfect-viola]

“Using your brother’s talents to charm me now, hmm?” Viola teased, glancing at the food again, before reaching for her gift instead, “Don’t tell him that I let it go cold in favour of my gift when you thank him for me, will you?”

[lil--red-lucy]

Three months ago today. And it hurt. Not so much as before, but it still did. And so she’d gone out for air as inside suddenly felt too closed up. It was then she saw someone getting picked on. Hurrying over, she quickly yelled out. “Stop it! Don’t be so… Mean!”

[perfectlyimperfect-viola]

Viola was slightly startled when the small redheaded girl decided to interviene in the entanglement that she had gotten herself into, blinking slightly she gave a very faint grin, “Thank you, though you do not need to concern yourself. I was done here anyway.”

[charlie-reedrp-blog]

“What are you talking about? I´m perfectly fine… I have classes, a choreography to supervise and another million things to do. I can´t stop just because I´m a little warm” 

[perfectlyimperfect-viola]

“While I can understand the desire to continue working completely, you are more than a little warm. And the very least go talk to the nurse. You will not be useful to any of your million things if you faint in the middle of them.”

[perfectlyimperfect-viola]

Text || Lula

Luke: It happens to everyone, people get lost all the time Vi. Besides, not everyone is gifted with a sense of direction

Luke: See any signs? Road names?

Viola: But I am not everyone. I am me, and I do not do things like this. I keep track of things. I don't just get lost!

Viola: I crossed a Firth street a few moments before, and I'm outside of a Queen Anne's pub.

[perfectlyimperfect-viola]

Text || Lula

Luke: It's okay, don't panic. Start with basics x

Luke: Woodlands, river or streets?

Viola: I am not panicking I simply... do not know how I made such a foolish error.

Viola: Streets.