[cuteyetakwardhumanbeing]

I love descriptions

"And compared to her hair, mines a dusty red that seems like it was pulled out of an aged picture in a photobook"

"And her stare was as icy as a winter's breeze on a warm day, chilling me to the bone in shock and fear"

[cuteyetakwardhumanbeing]

When I saw you

I fell in love, and

you smiled

because you knew

-William Shakespeare

[cuteyetakwardhumanbeing]

Thinking about this as the ending of a book im writing(or trying to)

*Warning- Murder*

And so I plunge the knife deep into his chest, reveling in the agony on his face, and the whoosh of the air leaving his lungs. A smile creeps onto my face as his breathing shallows, his eyes glazing as I tug the knife and it slides out, dripping with the crimson of his blood. I even give a cold laugh as his breathing stops, the voices hissing with approval in my head. And then, I turn to Charles, with a grin I hope is bonechilling and whisper, "you're next"

Guys, idk is that good? I'm not sure whether I like it?