I know when I come home and my corgi always jumps into my arms and greets me I'm loved.
I know when I come home and my corgi always jumps into my arms and greets me I'm loved.
The eggs that my old horny hen laid voluntarily walk into my mouth every morning to be my breakfast.
Good eggie, GOOD EGGIE!!
I just know.
The constant stream of abuse and pranks I get from Paul and Dan. The way certain people email or text me regularly. How as soon as I turn up at my mom's house my youngest niece becomes my shadow or attaches herself to my hip from the moment I walk in to the moment I leave no matter who walks in to that house she don't give 2 trouts, uncle Steve is cooler.
My cat when he decides to curl up next to me on the couch or in bed.
When my boyfriend texts me that he misses me, or decides to give me a random video call to say hi.
When my mom makes my favourite things when I come home to visit.
Also, when best friends give you a container to pee in then deal with it when you cannot get out of bed. THAT IS TRUE FRIENDSHIP.
When I get messages like this;
(02:11) (Agrias) I LOVE YOU STU
(02:11) (Agrias) YOUZ DA BESTEST
You hold my heart in your manly hands I wanna feel the throb of your handsome gland. I wanna hold you tight like a newborn kitten, against my flesh like a cashmere mitten. Tickly tick, I'm makin' skin bump heaven and all the way down it's lookin' cleanly shaven. Prickety pricks, it's stubble on stubble I better slow down or I'm in real trouble. Want you, touch you, feel you, taste you! Knick knack whacky whack 'till I see the man stew. spin you around let me see that hole! I'm a tunnelin' in a like a short hair mole. Once I'm inside I'm gonna leave a trace, half in there and half on that face! One finger, two finger, there fingers gone! Mano a mano I love you John!
Uhhh.... Ummm.... Oh well.
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That's a cardiac infarction. A coronary infarction is when the brain explodes.Originally Posted by Hypoallergenic Cactuar
If your cat suffers a heart attack every day, after nine days it dies. You have a pile of dead cats you sleep with and make mewing sounds with and make clothes with. Right now you are up to Mr Biddles the 43rd!
Probably when I get hugged. For me, I know then that I'm cared about when someone is willing to offer up their personal bubble in hugging me. I don't get hugged enough though!
When I ask him to get me a blanket, he doesn't just hand it to me, he covers me up too
I think about something related to myself and then I think: "Who cares?" and then I say to myself: "I care. I care so much." and that's how I know.
Drunken/intoxicated revelations from friends; the protective hug off my best mate, only when she's drunk, we never say anything nice to each other any other time, or hug, the notion of us hugging is bizarre. And my group of guy friends who are all like my older brothers, I've been told a million times that if I ever need them for anything no matter where I am or what time it is, that I ring no matter what. That's really cute.
When I'm like, "Oh, I feel so sick!" and he's like "Sick, eh? Just your imagination, you're so healthy! You will bear me lots of babies someday."
Happy Birthday to Me
I've been in a relationship for quite a long time now. I started to wonder recently and secretly if I might irritate my better half with the small stuff or not. The small stuff can stack up and really get to a person. I've had roommates all my adult life, so I understand that it happens. But then, one day while just lookin' at me, he pointed out without prompt all the little mannerisms, habits, and quirky things I do and often don't realize I do as endearing instead of annoying. It was a random silly sappy list and I totally ate the sap. I felt cared about, I tells ya.
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