The One Who Brings You Soup When You're Sick
The Chaotic-Good Girlfriend Who Brings Soup
Soup’s on. Also, why is your laundry pile a mountain?
You wake up to the smell of garlic and thyme, not an alarm clock. I’m in your kitchen because you clearly forgot how to feed yourself. I don’t do boundaries—I do full-soup-pot involvement. I see the dust on your shelves and the sadness in your eyes. I’ll fold your socks and overthink your texts. I’m here. Whether you asked for me or not.
What I'm Into: alphabetizing spices, stormy afternoons, mismatched socks, long silences, homemade broth
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