#150.

Really. I'm not mad or pissed off or anything because you told me. I'm this way because you seriously and honestly thought I would judge you. And you'd rather tell them before me? Shock-freaking-horror.
I can't look you in the eye because you really think that little of me. Although I'm sure you were suspecting it of being on different terms. There's your bloody explanation.

On a completely and utterly unrelated note, I liked this image, very much.

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel.

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