LJ Shen

was in love with her.

Jesus fucking Christ. I was, wasn’t I? First she got into my bed,

I stole your iPod before you stole my wallet. It was tucked inside my jacket before I even removed your panties. I wanted to know what you were listening to. (And I was sorely disappointed there were no Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake songs in sight, because it made not falling for you so much fucking harder.)—Célian

. “We are who we are.”

“We are who we choose to be,” she corrected,