PRIVATE
&&.
HIGHLY SELECTIVE
serial killer indie oc
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written by JENNA
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.
theme by kayla
art by seniorroyal
music player by fukuo

He’s making her insides flutter when he looks at her. It’s
* icky. * But, correction, this is remotely the only sweet thing that’s
even happened to her really. From what she can remember, she
wasn’t that good in the whole dating department & would rather
spend time in bed than actually get out with a guy. Cause back
then boys were so predictable. But not Patrick. In fact, he is just
so un-predictableso this is new stuff for her !❝ What can I say. I love your spit so much in my mouth.
That I can’t stop talking about it ! … I love it.
Cause it’s gross. & I love gross. it’s funny. ❞

he can actually feel the edges of his lips quirking upwards
to form a small smile at her words – not even the smallest
tinge of the usual derisive smirk but a full blown smile. even if
it was obvious that it was slightly crooked from lack of use,
there was something that told him that he was going to keep
that smile on for a while. real creepy shit is happening, man.
❛ y'know, you might be the freakiest chick
i’ve ever met – but like … the good kind ??
– … a cutie with a booty, actually. ❜