nineteen - twenty one

i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches, i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth, whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you.

+ Brandon Ackerman

+ @tagged2

+ meet up time

+ im sorry this is so lame i just dunno what to do. Im terribad at starting threads

She hated it all. The business of the streets. The crowdedness of all these people. It honestly took her every last bit to not jump up and assasinate literally everyone here. She didn't understand how Shamees did it, blending into a society of people who just felt so mundane. Everyone just seemed to not have a care in the world. And it was all just so disgusting.

Shamees had told her to spend sometime outside instead of locking herself in a room. She needed to experience other things and meet new people, but of course the biggest thing was NOT to kill anyone. That was the strangest part of it all. Someone had to tell her not to kill someone and though it was very hard she seemed to have not even lifted a finger to anyone. Although there were times where a good slice to the throat seemed terribly appropriate. 

Moving down the busy street Selena hoped to find something to do. Shamees mentioned that there was a surprise waiting for her but for some reason that made her feel uneasy. In the meantime she was to enjoy some quality time with the world. So here she was, buying street food, attempting to be normal. She stood in line which seemed to have been forever and she began having thoughts of just cutting down the masses and grabbing her food. This was ridiculous!


"God damn this is a pain. Is this line ever gonna move?" She said out loud which meritted her a couple of gazes from people all around her.