this bitch; aka 🪽chelsea, actual angel

you wanna know why
i fuck with this bitch so hard?

😇😇😇

honey—
because;
she never looked away.
bro.
when i told her
the worst shit
that’s ever happened to me,
she didn’t hesitate.
she fucking hugged me.
she looked me
dead in the eye.
she looked like
she might fucking cry.
and then she just…
goddamn stayed.
she listened.
she didn’t make me shut up.
she didn’t try to fix it.
she didn’t make me
feel like i was
ruining the fucking vibe.
she just held space
like it was the most normal thing
in the fucking world.

🌈😌✌️💖💥✨

she stops
by for no reason.
she helps me clean
my condo when i can’t even
see the fucking floor.
she’s the one i called
when i needed 8 hours
of childcare to take pistol 101.
yep. she showed up.
when i needed
to serve legal docs
that would’ve cost me
fucking $100 each,
she drove around with me
all goddamn morning,
tolerated my stressed-out sassy-shit,
and hand-delivered
those motherfuckers
like a process-server from hell.

she’s brave, ✨
she’s brilliant, ✨
and she’s loud enough
that i’ve almost crashed
my car
trying to keep up with her brain.
lmfao.
but when i ask her for help,
she always shows up.

🥹✨🩷

baby—
this isn’t some
lifelong ride-or-die.
this girl
came into my life
like six fucking years ago
for yoga teacher training,
and then dipped.
but when i started
posting that i was drowning,
when no cousin,
no brother,
no aunt,
no “bestie”
came with fucking hands—
babe, she did.
she walked right back
into my life like
it was fucking nothing
and has been
showing the fuck up ever since.

😭💖✨🥰

let me clarify:
she doesn’t owe me shit.
not a dime,
not a fucking minute.
but she keeps giving.
she keeps proving
that not everyone leaves.

girl, you make me feel not alone.

girlie, you make me
believe that maybe,
just maybe,
we will fucking survive this.

✨🙌💫

take notes, world.
this is how you friend.

✨💖🙏