Katie. 17. You can wipe your feet on me, twist my motives around all you like, you can dump millstones on my head and drown me in the river, but you can’t get me out of the story. I’m the plot, babe, and don’t ever forget it.
A mix for a TV show set in the 50s yet to be made about the art of killing boys with your kitchen knife whilst leaving your lipstick intact.