To get paradoxical about it, until I let you know how I feel, our hypothetical relationship can be seen as either dead or alive or both, much like Schrödinger’s cat. You could turn out to be the best boyfriend a girl could ever have; light of my life, fire of my loins, or alternatively, a whiny douche of a man-child who makes me want to scrub my brain with bleach rather than explain to you again why metaphorically peeing all over my Facebook page is not the sign of a well-adjusted relationship. Why ruin things by letting the cat out of the box, when I could live forever in a happy fantasy land where nice things happen to me, and you could even be one of those things?

toinfinityandbeyonce:

a pic of me and my boyfriend

(via sixtafoua)