PRIVATE &&. HIGHLY SELECTIVE serial killer indie oc // written by JENNA
IN THE NIGHT
you’re in love with a knife fight
and his LIPS taste like gunpowder.
his h e a r t is a battlefield demanding
attention, his mind a dismantled tragedy,
but his love is like the whole world electric
and the sun laid at your feet.
i'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you i don't give a f u c k about you anyways —— !! whoever said i gave a shit 'bout you? you never share your toys or communicate i guess i'm just a play date to you —— !!
Carmen gave a little shrug, but then decided to keep her voice as low as she could
—— ❝ Yeah, I know exactly what he’s like, and what he’s expecting. But, seriously, I crossed the damned country getting in and out of cars with these kinds of guys. Judging by his his ride, I’m guessing he’s got some money on him, and I want it. Now, I’m gonna test my exploding dick theory, then steal as much as I can from him, and then get drunk as hell. Gonna come, killer? Or are you gonna wait for that bus? ❞
even he knows that if he’s going to wait any longer, he’d probably end up spending the night sleeping on the bus bench so he took up her offer with a nod.
❛ – – … god, fine. okay. but if he ends up driving us to an abandoned warehouse & kills us, i’m never letting the ’ i told you so ’s go when we make our way down to hell. also try not to do your … thing around me, please? shit still freaks me out. & i feel like i’ll get acid reflux if i get to be in the front seat show of your little magic trick on him. ❜