Looking in the mirror post 🧪 and feeling pretty good about myself?
In this economy, we are all replaceable. Fame means nothing. Beauty is decided by us, but not for us. What you value is who you are, nothing more, nothing less.
I could go on with one-liners, but I'll say this: Elisabeth, you're a star.
Also—maybe I'm fucked up but—I feel like as a woman with a period, seeing all that gore wasn't so bad? I mean it's nasty, but bodies are pretty nasty. Am I right?
@ Hackney Picturehouse, screen 1.