the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“Someone told you once, a soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest,
but the one who makes you feel the most, who conducts your heart to bang the loudest,
who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in.”
— Sierra DeMulder
but the one who makes you feel the most, who conducts your heart to bang the loudest,
who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in.”
— Sierra DeMulder