“No one ever thinks chicks do shit like this. A girl can only be a slut, bitch, tease, or the virgin next door.”

The most famous photograph taken of Bonnie Parker, who robbed convenience stores and murdered police officers alongside her partner in crime, Clyde Barrow.

Bonnie adored the publicity their crimes gave her, and once the exploits of the ‘Barrow Gang’ became widely known she insisted on taking numerous 'glamour shots’ to send to the newspapers. Dressed in her finest clothes and toting a revolver, Bonnie played the part of 'outlaw moll’ to the hilt. She did, however, regret that the American public would view her as an “unladylike smoker”.


Top- Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow pose playfully with guns whilst on the run from police. The couple were avid photographers and sent many of their snaps to newspapers and magazines.

Bottom- On May 23, 1934, Bonnie and Clyde lie dead from gunshot wounds in their own car, which they had been travelling through Louisiana in when they were ambushed. Both outlaws died before they could grab for their guns.


CRACKSHIP→ Marie Avgeropoulos  x Taron Egerton  as Bonnie x Clyde 

requested by @merricatblackwoods

Bonnie Parker: Clyde?
Clyde Barrow: I’ve always loved you, Bonnie. I’ve always loved you.

november 28, 1933: from bonnie to clyde
bullets have nothing
on us. i remember how
your skin smelled of
gunsmoke the day
you first shot a man,
the fire that soaked into the
tips of your fingers.
how i laid you down
that night, made love
to a penitent, how you
begged forgiveness from
my hips, my breasts, my lips.
i granted what i could.
after, your eyes
were the barrel of a
pistol, gleaming
in the sunlight.
love, we were only
made of stars for
a second, infinite
in our light. this
is enough.
love, two killers
can still be innocents.
you spread your hands
to grab the horizon, smile
like a boy at the sun.
you laughed
the first time you saw
our names in the newspapers,
side by side. one and another.
there is no bonnie
without clyde, now.
the wedding band still on
my finger from
another man
means nothing.
you have breathed me in,
and i
am smoke in your lungs.
a century after they bury us,
bullet-holed and burning,
they will not know
which bones
were mine and which
yours. this
is no loss. to have,
even for a short time,
this sharing of breath,
our fingers
on the same trigger,
is a thing more light-filled
than the sun.
we can only outrun
the law for so long, let them
chase the exhaust
from our cars
down highways &
you vow to see them
in hell, but
when all this ends, gunsmoke
and fire and our bodies
twisted in the wreckage,
i will take any eternity
where there is you,
and there is me, and
this is enough.
—  a.s.w. (historic women series)

Trails End

You’ve read the story of Jesse James
of how he lived and died.
If you’re still in need;
of something to read,
here’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde.

Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang
I’m sure you all have read.
how they rob and steal;
and those who squeal,
are usually found dying or dead.

There’s lots of untruths to these write-ups;
they’re not as ruthless as that.
their nature is raw;
they hate all the law,
the stool pigeons, spotters and rats.

They call them cold-blooded killers
they say they are heartless and mean.
But I say this with pride
that I once knew Clyde,
when he was honest and upright and clean.

But the law fooled around;
kept taking him down,
and locking him up in a cell.
Till he said to me;
“I’ll never be free,
so I’ll meet a few of them in hell”

The road was so dimly lighted
there were no highway signs to guide.
But they made up their minds;
if all roads were blind,
they wouldn’t give up till they died.

The road gets dimmer and dimmer
sometimes you can hardly see.
But it’s fight man to man
and do all you can,
for they know they can never be free.

From heart-break some people have suffered
from weariness some people have died.
But take it all in all;
our troubles are small,
till we get like Bonnie and Clyde.

If a policeman is killed in Dallas
and they have no clue or guide.
If they can’t find a fiend,
they just wipe their slate clean
and hang it on Bonnie and Clyde.

There’s two crimes committed in America
not accredited to the Barrow mob.
They had no hand;
in the kidnap demand,
nor the Kansas City Depot job.

A newsboy once said to his buddy;
“I wish old Clyde would get jumped.
In these awfull hard times;
we’d make a few dimes,
if five or six cops would get bumped”

The police haven’t got the report yet
but Clyde called me up today.
He said,“Don’t start any fights;
we aren’t working nights,
we’re joining the NRA.”

From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
is known as the Great Divide.
Where the women are kin;
and the men are men,
and they won’t “stool” on Bonnie and Clyde.

If they try to act like citizens
and rent them a nice little flat.
About the third night;
they’re invited to fight,
by a sub-gun’s rat-tat-tat.

They don’t think they’re too smart or desperate
they know that the law always wins.
They’ve been shot at before;
but they do not ignore,
that death is the wages of sin.

Some day they’ll go down together
they’ll bury them side by side.
To few it’ll be grief,
to the law a relief
but it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde.

- ‘Trails End’, a poem written by infamous 1930’s outlaw Bonnie Parker. Alongside her lover Clyde Barrow she robbed convenience stores and killed police officers before being gunned down


Timeless S1:09

The Last Ride of Bonnie and Clyde

You’ve read the story of Jesse James and how he lived and died. 

If you’re still in need of something to read, 

Here’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde…

…Someday they’ll go down together, 

They’ll bury them side-by-side. 

To few it’ll be grief, 

To the law a relief, 

But it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde.

─Bonnie Parker