ROSIE GRAY

A woman with short dark hair and freckles, wearing a satin slip dress, sitting at a vanity mirror with light bulbs, surrounded by makeup and beauty products, and a tattoo on her shoulder blade.

About Rosie

Gray House is a lie. And the Gray Family are all liars. And liars are the only people you can trust because they will always talk about reality in terms of what feels right as opposed to what has been agreed upon by some amount of people with systemically farmed, rotten agendas. Those people outside of this house do not believe in magic, they do not see the stop gap between what is socially acceptable and what is real inside a human heart.

Gray House is one thing until it isn’t anymore. It’s a patchwork, safety-pinned punk jacket and a heavily annotated bible. It’s a theory of everything and a place to break shit when you’re angry. It’s as little as it is planetary. It exists whether you believe in it or not.

Here, we don’t need anybody’s permission (except maybe Joshua), and we have no fucking rules. The Gray Family are all children. We’re alone together forever, and nothing we do together could ever be stupid.

Rosie’s bedroom is Room Seven in the Clock of Bedrooms.

NOW SPINNING IN ROOM SEVEN