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💀 ooc ⚡| out of bullets 💀 musings⚡| one bullet in the chamber is just enough 💀 wardrobe⚡| dressed to kill 💀 memes⚡| a different kind of russian roulette 💀 promo⚡| yet again an another wanted poster 💀 self promo⚡| killer for hire; or personal problem solver; however you fancy 💀 personality⚡| so empty yet wishing to be overfilled with emotion; keep chasing the adrenaline high 💀 crack⚡| .....was that cotton eye joe? 💀 stories⚡| when listening to others'; l already set my mind on becoming one of them 💀 dash commentary⚡| loud; drunk and horny; just like l expected 💀 aesthethic⚡| scorching desert sun; crawling scorpions; death lingering in the air 💀 skills⚡| l make it look easy 💀 about⚡| l wanted my name to be known. so l made myself one. 💀 answered⚡| nothing is certain except my bullet 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 hitting its target 💀 music⚡| dance with death 💀 suggestive⚡| loosened corset strings 💀 alright/encouraged to like and reblog⚡| don't let my myth fade 💀 nsfw⚡| shoot for the thrill 💀 desires ⚡| hint: not opium. 💀 shitpost⚡ | it's high noon motherfucker 🪦 hazbin/helluva verse ☠️ | l fear no evil; the shadows are mine. so is your life. 🐎 horseman of the apocalypse verse💀 | oh death; the final note of the crescendo; after thy sisters ravaged grant mercy at last ⚡ raia 🗡 | the duelist ⚔ rozália 🔥 | the general 🔥 cindy 🌌 | the phoenix 💀 headcanon⚡| keep your sins; no need to confess
9 months ago

𝕂𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕒's soundtrack.

's Soundtrack.
's Soundtrack.

Starting off bold, catchy, belonging to someone truly headturning when she walks into the room or rides through town. Then after the first minute the music opens a glimpse behind the adrenaline fueled mask, the first crack. Sharply dropping, mellowing out to a sensitive and soft sensual tone before turning seductive, burningly so, than back to the gentle lull. This time it sounds more...lonely, detached from everything, vulnerable. Aching, as if an outsider was watching the lively saloon from the pouring rain and deciding to ride past. The guitar accenting her never ending drifter lifestyle and exactly how hollow she feels along with adding a touch of danger. And the touch of something not quite right, high, sharp, a little unnerving & full of mystique right before the sorrowful longing. Lingering loss of a wounded soul.


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