Anyway Taylor Joy is the ghost, pale as fuck, bleached blonde freak that Hollywood has decided they really like.

She first came to our attention as the older sister in some colonial era movie involving witches living in the woods, stealing kids from the homesteaders outside of the cities….which I like to think was a right of passage of her selling her soul to the demons who run Hollywood.

Anyway Taylor Joy went to the famous Glastonbury Festival, where she danced and screamed to pop acts while probably on some kind of performance enhancement festival dweller drug…

She soaked through her shirt, you can kinda see tits like it’s a WET T-SHIRT content, which I wish it was because I love those, and it’s not that exciting since she’s a fucking ghost…but you may like it because the only fuck you get at your shitty apartment is from the ghosts you’ve manifested out of loneliness that live with you…

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