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This is yet another Samoyed Appreciation Post. Because why not? They are just the cutest litte balls of floof! I want 5000 of them!
when your parents ask you to help them with technology
Sad but true. on We Heart It
Love is when you’re happy, feeling contented, fulfilled; when you find someone who makes your heart skip a beat and pounding in your chest like it’s going to explode; when your mind can’t think of anything and anyone else but him; when you wake up with him on your mind and end your night still thinking about him- as if he never left. Love is having butterflies in your stomach everyday and feeling that spark on your skin when he touches you; when yoour mind flutters and you couldn’t feel your limbs when he kisses you; when you find it hard to say good-bye even if you know you’ll still see him the next day; when you can think of all the flowery words you could say to express your love. Love is when you are willing to risk everything just to be with him; write songs about him; tell him all your secrets and trusts that he’ll keep them; when you’d stay up all night just texting each other, talking about bushwa; when you’re willing to cancel your errands with your friends just to spend the day with him; when you’d take a bullet for him; when you’re willing to break all the rules; when you’re willing to take the jump and trust that he’ll catch you. Love is when you cannot fathom the idea of him in someone else’s arms, leaving you, moving on, and slowly forgetting about you; when you become too selfish and wouldn’t take chances of sharing him with anybody else. That’s love. That’s when you know you’re deeply in love. That’s when you know it’s real and that the search is over. You’ve found him.