I'm Moroccan my name's Houssine
I love making friends and that's why I'm here,
It's hard to talk about myself so If you wish to know me ask me and I'll answer!!!

i want to speak with people speak frensh but every body is welcome "no racism"​

French , Ebglish , Arabic

all sports,the comedy films,music

"outlandish";​frensh music and arabic

....

gad Maleh

books of languages

Why boys love girls?
Here are a few reasons
why guys like girls:


1.
They will always smell good
even if its just shampoo


2.
The way their heads always
find the right spot on our shoulder


3.
How cute they look when they sleep


4.
The
ease!! In which they fit into our arms

5.
The way they kiss you and

all of a sudden everything
is right in the world

6.

How cute they are when they eat

7.
The way they take hours

to get dressed
but in the end
it makes it all worth while

8.

Because they are
always
warm!! Even when it’s minus 30 outside

9.

The way they look good
no matter what they wear

10.

The way they fish for compliments
even though you both know that you
think she's the most
beautiful thing on this earth


11.
How cute they are when they argue

12.

The way her hand always finds
yours

13.
The way they smile


14.
The way you feel
when you see their name
on the call ID
after you just had a big fight


15.
The way she says
"lets not fight anymore"​
even though you know that

an hour later....

16.
The way they kiss when

you do something nice for them

17.
The way they kiss you
when you say
"I love you"


18.
Actually ...
just the way they kiss you...


19.
The way they fall into your arms
when they cry


20.
Then the way they apologize
for crying over something that
silly

21.
The way they hit you
and expect it to hurt


22.
Then the way they apologize
when it does hurt.

(even though we don't admit it)!


23.
The way they say
"I miss you"


24.
The way you miss them

25.

The way their tears
make you want to
change the world
so that it
doesn't hurt her anymore.....​
Yet regardless
if you love them,
hate them,
wish they would die
or
know that you would die

without them ...
it matters not.
Because once in your life,
whatever they were to the world
they become everything to you.
When you look them in the eyes,
traveling to
the depths of their souls

and
you say a million things
without trace of a sound,
you know that your own life
is inevitable consumed
within the rhythmic beatings
of her very heart.
We love them for a million reasons,

No paper would do it justice.
It is a thing not of the mind
but
of the heart.
A feeling.
Only felt