bandida; for a modern day bonnie parker, sweeping from town to town like the tornado she is; a sly smirk on her lips as she robs you of everything you’ve got. she’s a bandit queen with a viper’s tongue, leaving whispers of honey in the ears of sorry fools and convincing them to do her immoral bidding. once she’s got the bounty she came for, and a kiss to boot, she will disappear into the horizon; leaving nothing but the smell of burning tires and a trail of bullet-ridden bodies behind.
i. emilíana torrini, gun | ii. audra mae, bandida | iii. the dead weather, rolling in on a burning tire | iv. the black keys, ten cent pistol | v. blue eyed blondes, maneater | vi. arctic monkeys, you’re so dark | vii. kari kimmel, black | viii. the civil wars, i had me a girl | ix. little big town, bones | x. mieka pauley, marked man | xi. christine hoberg, devil with lipstick | xii. noah gundersen, oh death | xiii. grace potter & the nocturnals, nothing but the water (i) | xiv. annie oakley hanging, cut her down (chapter 5)