the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
сова-теннант и здесь самый классный
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
четверг, 05 декабря 2013
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“Dressing up is like masturbation, I do it for myself and if it turns you on, that’s fine, but this is for me and you’re not invited.”
— FullTen
— FullTen
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“That’s the thing about girls.
Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at,
or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall in love with them,
and then you never know where the hell you are.
Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy.
They really can.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at,
or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall in love with them,
and then you never know where the hell you are.
Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy.
They really can.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
❝ In the coffee shop,
she sips her tea and watches
each one of the people coming and going, thinking, yes, my fury could eat all of you, it really could, the barrista boy, the fat woman with the scone, all of you, your warm blood would fill my throat
the flesh from your limbs would be chewed and gnawed the snapping of my teeth would splinter your bones, your pickled livers would be licked and swallowed, and finally, the points of my incisors would cut down into the steaming, warm meat of your hearts. I would wolf you down
in big, chomping bites.
And you would be gone, all of you,
the planet emptier and quiet,
all your busy rushing silenced
while my unquenchable fury
screams on. ❞
- Toby Barlow, Sharp Teeth
she sips her tea and watches
each one of the people coming and going, thinking, yes, my fury could eat all of you, it really could, the barrista boy, the fat woman with the scone, all of you, your warm blood would fill my throat
the flesh from your limbs would be chewed and gnawed the snapping of my teeth would splinter your bones, your pickled livers would be licked and swallowed, and finally, the points of my incisors would cut down into the steaming, warm meat of your hearts. I would wolf you down
in big, chomping bites.
And you would be gone, all of you,
the planet emptier and quiet,
all your busy rushing silenced
while my unquenchable fury
screams on. ❞
- Toby Barlow, Sharp Teeth
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
среда, 04 декабря 2013
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
