this is what love is for

kimberlyk:

“A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one.”

-M.K. Rawlings (via deannabrooks)

Barf is my new thing to say lately. It’s very juvenile, I know, but it really easily expresses my feelings regarding unfortunate and inexplicably rough situations. Work computer full of viruses? Barf! Uninvited from a standing party? Barf! Two apartments rented while I was on the way to see them? Barf!

All of these barf situations are leading to immense amounts of stress, which make it hard to have a healthy life. All I want to do is eat garbage food (cheese, Lucky Charms, nutella), nap, drink, and pretend everything is okay. The stress is metabolizing itself as an inability to sleep or eat normally, and by normally I mean within the necessary parameters to function as a human.

I know in three weeks everything will be great. I’ll have a new home in a new area and the only stress I have will be how to decorate and what kind of pie to make first. But now, now I am faced with the overwhelming fear that Soph and I will be homeless and cold and sad forever. I have a lead on two apartments, but they can just as easily go to anyone else. Sometimes it’s so hard to be an adult, you know?

I was flipping channels with the pit of stress in my stomach and realized that the only show I want to watch is the Kiss You On The Forehead And Pat Your Hair show, which is apparently not yet real.

Barf.