when will my reflection show who i truly am inside
Bonnie’s .38 revolver, a gift from Clyde. Engraved “To Bonnie. I owe you one. Clyde 2-28-32”.
Forever reblog bc badass
friends & LSD are best when freee ~
We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
It was really nice out today before it stormed