Sometimes,
I feel that if my boyfriend ever came to the United States that there would be so much he would want to take in from the internet, that he’d never leave our room, and he’d end up an old hermit at the computer desk, scrolling through the endless Tumblr dashboard for the rest of his days. Only to be accompanied by our cat, while simply living off of Nutella, cigarettes, and the occasional bathroom break.
It’s a scary, yet beautiful thought.
