put your hokum dress on, every woman got one.

love

the end had me scream crying like babygirl u never had to run

serendipity & coincidences the house but seeing this on opening night in dublin as a female musician from ireland who writes about catholicisms relationship to  irish identity and also also i make all my own stage costumes felt weirdly ‘is this fucking play about us’ vibes. i loved this so much i feel like it penetrated my soul in ways i can’t describe. i want all the red mesh fabric ghosts of the world to choke me to death