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 —— !!
After a forced grin, which Carmen tried to play off for sweetness, she settled in for a rather annoying ride. Mostly because she had to keep up the cliche valley girl image. Soon enough, however, she’d tested her theory, and was in the midst of searching the glove box and console. She had tuned out the shouts and yelps from the man in the driver’s seat as she searched.
—— ❝ I popped the boot, go check it out.❞
❛ can you at least keep me away from being a casualty of an old man jizz infestation?thanks. ❜
he does as he was told anyway, trying his best to tune out whatever noise the driver was making & condemn it away from his memory & straight into hell where it belongs.
❛ – … right, okay. got some : coins, a cig, family photos some … outdated porn magazines ? &thank god – actual money. can we get the fuck out of here now ? ❜
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