L.J. Shen

Trent becoming a father was too fucking much. I made a mental note to make sure child services was going to visit that baby on a monthly basis with these two as her parents.

This guy is going to break my heart if I let him.

These kids didn’t impress me. They weren’t kind or welcoming or even very smart. They didn’t possess any of the qualities I looked for in friends.

My heart was my enemy. I’d known that since I was seventeen.

People had never given a shit about those things. Ever. Her interest in me didn’t make me feel good. It made me feel weird.

“I apologize for being too fucking irresistible for you to maintain your sanity.”

He always thought of himself as blackness, but the truth was, he injected so many different pigments into my existence.

You taking a side job as Mother Theresa?

Art is long, life is short. The message was clear: the only way to immortality was through art. Mediocrity was profanity

I loved her because she was the only girl who looked at me and didn’t see money or status or violence or a heartless prince.

She saw me.