she’s just trash.

her bruised and broken body was found at 3:22 am by a drunk and his dog. the sequined dress she wore was ripped, little circles of shiny madness littered across the streets. her hair was blonde, matted with sweat and gold glitter. she was beautiful, oh so beautiful, and if she wasn’t dead, i think i could see why they paid her so much.

let's just leave the hooker;
the dead man up on Elm
will be a better case.

but his shoes won’t shine half as bright as this one’s eyes.

an: dagny makes me think weird things that i don’t understand.