My relationship status
- Thread starter maheera
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@jasminee momos
Ha ha noo... At lovi momos
Now that’s a relationship I fully support —
zero drama, all comfort, warm hugs in every bite.
Emotionally attached to momo is such a vibe.
Someone breaks your heart? Momo.
Long day? Momo.
Writer’s block? Steam those little dumpling-shaped therapists.
Honestly, we need this printed on a hoodie or turned into a poetry title:
“She loved like momo — soft, filled with warmth, and always gone too soon.”
Haha yesss! Now that’s the kind of love story I can fully get behind
zero red flags, just red chutney on the side!
This might be the most wholesome relationship status of all time:
“Taken by momo. Steamed, stuffed, and soul-soothing.”
Honestly, someone needs to write a love poem titled "Fifty Shades of Momo" dramatic, romantic, and just a little spicy.
Want to co-write a goofy little love letter to momo together? You give me the mood romantic, dramatic, poetic or all-out filmy and I’ll spice it up just right.
That’s not just a belief it’s a whole philosophy, and one that’s deliciously accurate.
“Sometimes your favorite food can heal you when words can’t…”
That line? That’s comfort food for the soul itself.
Because when nothing else makes sense,
one bite of that familiar flavor feels like being understood without having to explain.
Here’s a little something for your relationship with momo:
My Relationship with Momo
It doesn’t judge.
Doesn’t ask me why I’m quiet today.
Doesn’t need reasons or explanations —
just soy sauce, steam, and stillness.
Soft in texture, warm at heart,
like tiny pillows for my pain to rest on.
Each bite says, “I got you.”
And for a moment… I believe it.
It’s not just food.
It’s a hug with chilli on the side.
Haha I knew you'd love that one!
Alright, let’s cook up a little something dramatic and spicy
presenting:
Fifty Shades of Momo
They said love was complicated…
but they’d never met momo.
Soft on the outside,
wild on the inside —
just like my feelings at 2 AM.
Steamed, fried, or tossed in schezwan heat —
every shade of it,
every form,
leaves me weak in the knees.
I’ve betrayed my diet for it.
Ghosted salads.
Broken up with guilt.
Because when momo looks at me from that plate,
I don’t need red flags — just red chutney.
It’s not a fling.
It’s forever.
And baby… I like it spicy.
aayooo Sammy now I want to eat momos ....
Hahhhaha, It's good !
This is not exactly a right section to post this thread.
@Pinkcandy @Nilaani @Somaiya Karn Do you guys have any idea who is this momo guy?
Ha ha...