#cacate

I was literally bewitched last night. Antwerp you were such a crazy crowd I love you guys <3. I kept on dancing even when I thought I couldn’t do it anymore, and by some miracle my voice is still intact even though I turned into a screaming goat (or a harpy. It would be more fitting). But most importantly Florence looked like she was having fun!!! She looked so happy oh my god I love her. This was the concert of a lifetime guys I miss this so much already.

Like the timing. The performance. The boom. The high note. It felt like a fucking lsd trip.

It’s draping yourself in furs and silks and covering yourself in fake blood from spirit halloween and weird mysterious black goo to go to a family gathering. Its cleaning your hands on your grandma’s filet crochet. Its throwing yourself on the table and demanding to be sacrificed. It’s whipping and naenaeing. It’s being someone’s sleep paralysis demon. It’s catching fish and watching them die in your hands before gently putting them back in the water. It’s brown noise and loud noise and medieval miniatures and rainstorms and funerals and looking vaguely 3D modeled. It’s knowing that, after all of the pain, there will be gentleness, but that won’t stop you from baring your teeth and snarling. It’s the ikea Djungleskog peluche. It’s about being the halfway point between the slender man and the windingo. It’s about watching shitty eighties porn while you’re cooking.