by Ay’Leka July 12, 2018
Get the Lovemug. by Hellhound91 October 6, 2012
Get the lovemug. When you care about someone so much that - you think about them over yourself, you miss them the moment they leave your line of sight, you would take a bullet for them without even thinking, they're right up there with food and oxygen on your list of things to survive, and in their eyes you see/feel comfort, happiness, and trust, and you know they see/feel the same in your eyes.
by JZ<3 October 27, 2008
Get the Lovemug. When teenagers feel they aren't receiving the same affection from their parents as another sibling is. When in fact they are ignorant.
True Not-love has the same feeling as a brick being smashed into ones face.
True Not-love has the same feeling as a brick being smashed into ones face.
Ignorant Girl: My parents don't love me, so I drink and smoke!
Friend: Really? Are you Not-loved?
Ignorant Girl: Yes....
Friend: Then this shouldn't hurt at all!*Uses brick to smash face*
Both go to the E.R.
Friend: Really? Are you Not-loved?
Ignorant Girl: Yes....
Friend: Then this shouldn't hurt at all!*Uses brick to smash face*
Both go to the E.R.
by Don't worry, it'll be oks April 30, 2009
Get the Not-lovedmug. We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them in mutual weirdness and call it love.
by Blaize861 May 17, 2011
Get the Lovemug. Friend #1: But... You let go of the past friend. You give into love.
Friend #2: What?... Are you God or a prophet now! (Said with knowing eyes and a wink of approval)
Friend #2: What?... Are you God or a prophet now! (Said with knowing eyes and a wink of approval)
by starfire23 January 14, 2013
Get the lovemug. Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. I've had it once, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
by K8s August 30, 2011
Get the Lovemug.