with a wee lil handle. i can walk around my apartment with a warm soup and it’s safe. my hands are safe. no spoon, no problem. just lift and sip. one of life’s true pleasures.
Wisps of steam dance on your nose. You will surely regret this in the sober light of morning—but she calls to you like a siren. You need that broth and you need it now. Maybe just a sip won’t hurt.
I think little bruises are pretty they remind me that im a person. I work with dogs and having them jump up on me I get little bruises all over my legs. I honestly think that give me a little touch of personality. (not condoning violence obviously)
