⊰ * (  mr. murder  )

        – & STRANGER.

    he’s walking around with drops of blood on his jeans. 
     kai really doesn’t care if someone notices, but if they do,
     it’s probably best not to ask him about it. 

                   irises were drawn to crimson tainting denim reminiscent
           of a moth to a flame. mr. murder reeked of psychopathy & she was
            drawn to it, nearly kindred. killing sprees relieved every ounce of
          tension & angst that built up while trapped at the mercy of others. her
                         own lasted for quiet some time & all that POWER.

                  ❛ you know, i always thought murder was a great outlet.
                                                        it’s nice cardio too. ❜