#lowkey my obsession with classic rock is leaking into my writing sorry

[carcosuhh]

     “you’re fuckin’ with me, right?” carcosa’s tone was laced with astonishment, standing there with wide eyes and arched brows. she hurriedly flipped through a bin of records, fingers moving a mile a minute until she found the vinyl she desired.

        “you can’t honestly tell me you’ve never heard of cinderella.” she said, displaying the album proudly. “night songs is easily one’a the best records to come outta the eighties.”