THE ANTI-HERO(INE) ♔ happy birthday, alina!
forget idealism or nobility. morals or anything of the like. these people were never meant to care for the causes they now fight for, and yet, they do so anyway. behind walls they spent centuries building, they stand tall, and lucky are the soldiers that manage to slip through the cracks or climb that high. rude. reckless. no social grace whatsoever, but underneath their tough-as-nails exterior and piercing glare, there is the heart that none of you ever suspected was there. not the bad girl turned good or the good turned bad; just someone fiddling in between— like the bad fighting for good, but don’t you ever tell her that.
tricksters and theives | Why, I’m just as true and honest as dirt. And I’m even more charming than dirt. [listen] x x
they tear the pavement with chrome horses, screeching tires and noxious fumes; stomping about in thug boots. they sing for their supper, in more ways than one. luring men to their doom, bullets to the brain, hacking limbs, garroting, disembowelment, decapitation. they are virtuosos in their art. bones crack between jaws. crunching, crunching, crunching. sometimes they snap them in half to suck out the marrow. they fill themselves to bursting, leaving heaps of corpses in flower starred meadowes.
Love this sweatshirt!
Short: DIY
Lace Bandlettes
Boots: Shoedazzle
I’m the girl you die for (listen)
“But if you must be clever, then be clever. Be brave. Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.”
Sugar and spice
And everything nice,
That’s what little girls are made ofA celebration of the creepy, deadly and dangerous litte girls of horror cinema