So happy together!


21. A picture of something that makes you happy


A lot of people comment on my ability to be happy over the simplest of things. People always point this out, and it no longer surprises me. However, I don't think there is one definite thing that makes me happy. Random things make me happy. I get happy over all the little things, though my high cheeks might have something to do with my face always seeming to be smiling.

Anyways, the challenge requires me pictures so. . Here we go!

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Self explanatory

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Desserts!

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Sweet random messages that show they care

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Books that take me to another world!

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Starry nights

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One Direction or any other cheesy songs

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CUTE PUPPEEEHHS!

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Disney or any other fairy tale love stories <3

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Friendships!


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Sincere compliments


 AND SO MUCH MORE! C:
SO HAPPY ! ~




Comments

ezara said…
i love ze pics! <3 cuteness of ze puppeh!! AH i want it! xD haha
December 21, 2012 at 5:31 PM
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