the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“I don’t want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I’ve had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.”

— Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation


@темы: with serpents for arms the lovers are the hydra of the tale