Celia: I think I know what that thing is in the Hilltop Centre.
Alice:
havent listened to falsettos since 2016 because i was really annoying about it then but "i'm breaking down" autoplayed this morning and oh my god trina really was going through it huh.
in act one alone girl was like. "my husband whom i have a child with lied to me about having an std so we wouldnt have to have sex, then left me for his best friend which has seriously fucked with my ability to see myself as attractive or worthy of affection. systemic misogyny, heteronormativity, and the insane standards women are held to, have kicked me in the teeth at every oppertunity and there's literally nothing i can do but try to hold on for the sake of my son. so yeah doctor i'm like a bad cup of coffee away from killing myself,"
and her psychiatrist just goes
Celia (unprompted): hey our category system is kinda complicated, what if we sorted them into more general categories, like bring that number down to something smaller like uh, 14 or something and sort them by more general ideas like idk being buried alive or whatever ๐ณ๐๐
Alice: what the fuck
I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.
i just wanted to be a regular fan i didnโt choose this
Is she... Y'know... *Does a series of motions that cannot be meaningfully interpreted*