the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“Do not try to be pretty.
You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky.
Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.””
— Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me
You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky.
Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.””
— Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me