i will step into the ring for you

I really prefer to not be in a relationship. I hate saying this out loud because assholes are like, “Awww, but K! That’s not true! You just haven’t found the right person yet. You’ll find him/her one day and you won’t feel that way anymore!”

FUCK YOU. Don’t push your shitty lifestyle norms on me. I have dated more amazing men than you and although I respected them and they respected me and I loved some of them deeply and some of them loved me deeply, I am just not cut out for that shit.

God fucking dammit, I like being single and independently happy and dating or sleeping with whoever the hell I want. And I know you can have all of the above while in a relationship, but WHY THE HELL IS THAT THE STANDARD WE ALWAYS COME BACK TO?

What if I want to “die alone”? Why is that so sad to you?

To me, the only benefit of being in a serious relationship with someone is the constant companionship (meh) and cheaper rent/cost of living (awesome). And trust and all of that stuff, but honestly I have deeper, more meaningful relationships with more people when I am single than when I am in a serious relationship with one person.

I have such a loving, positive, fulfilling partner right now and I am so grateful, but I feel this urge to be single often. Not because of him or our connection, but because that is who I think I truly am.

And there is nothing wrong with that, assholes.

Evening plans: eat a microwaveable burrito, take a Valium, fall asleep to Star Trek: TNG.

the inevitable occured and after two years of daily yogurt, i am getting sick of yogurt. what will i eat now :(

that one week my partner kindly suggests that it’s probably time we throw out all of my underwear with holes in them + purchase some new underwear AND also suggests that in order to be happy i need less productive hobbies than yoga and running. 

got schooled.

#powercouple #notreally #barelygettingbyinlifecouple

OH GOD I HATE PEOPLE WHO CALL THEMSELVES MUSICIANS AND PLAY SHITTY SHITTY LOOPS ON THEIR COMPUTERS

STOPPPPPPPPP

@_@ 

*neighbor problems*

Whoa. After years of waiting in the car in front of weed stores while a friend with a med card runs inside, finally had my first inside-the-pharmacy experience because V’s buddy owns the store. He just gave us so much free wax and weed and gummies it was RIDICULOUS. It makes me wish I smoked.

Lately, I am not in a place of love. I don’t seem to feel affection towards anyone, not even my best of friends.

I would like to tell most people to go fuck themselves!

:D

Was planning trip to Turkey (w/ stopover in Paris) w/ Vince when we both admitted to each other that we’d rather go to Japan instead. 

I feel guilty going somewhere I’ve already been. After all, life is short and there are so many place to explore. BUT WHAT IF I JUST ALREADY KNOW WHAT I LOVE? How can you blame me if I only ever want to go to Italy and Japan and France? AND I ALREADY KNOW WHAT I DON’T LOVE. Like the UK and Spain. 

But I want to see Turkey and Croatia and South Korea and Colombia and Bolivia and Nicaragua and Morocco and Thailand and Cambodia and Burma and India and Nepal and even Belgium. 

BUT HOW CAN YOU CHOOSE ANYTHING OVER JAPAN. sushi and yakitori and gyudon and kaiseki and oh my god i really do only travel for food now.