honey dew

who was that person who said lets all stop streaming lana until she gives us news i am still crying at that

this era could have been so incredible i-

i’m on the edge of my fucking seat i feel like we’re all about to get sniped

i'm sorry i know taste is subjective but if you think VB is a bad song i literally think less of you as a person

being australian can i remind you all that if anything drops i will get it before you fags

depression resigned

do not speak that possibility into existence

it's one of my favourite songs period no tampon

i SAID take off all your clothes

does anyone else get a really specific energy from title tracks in general? i get this very keen excitement / enticement / enjoyment out of the the name of the song and its sound and its spirit as the cornerstone of an album like one song embodying a whole album just does something to my loins, ultraviolence is the best representation of that feeling for me

this straight man listening to hope and CRYING as a first time lana listener has enormous dick energy https://youtu.be/MPY-gJqRDOc?t=66 hope really flew over all of yalls heads huh. sad

now we just need another 10 or so arguments and we'll make it to 2000 pages who's with me ladies?

lana isn't claiming to be a legendary poet she is just writing words dnkjasdfbajksdfbcv,cx can you all seriously shut ALL the way up and go read your bookshelves full of poetry or whatever

this is album cover material for me

“kiss me in the d.a.r.k. dark tonightd.a.r.k. do it my way kiss me in the p.a.r.k. park tonight p.a.r.k. let them all say hey lolita hey hey lolita hey i know what the boys want i’m not gonna play” has entered the chat

i’m 90% sure happy is a song not a poem, the structure is like hope and htd and it sings when i read it

oh my god yalls taste <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

you thought i was rich and i am but not how you think i live in a tudor house under the freeway in Mar Vista by the beach when you call i take my phone outside to the picnic table that i bought from the Rose Bowl and i listen to the rushing cars above and think and the last time you visited me and the last time we made love how the noise got louder and louder during rush hour until it sounded like the sea and it felt like the ocean was the sky and that i was flying because you were two feet taller than me until you took me in your arms and i could touch the stars and they all fell down around my head and i became an angel and you put me to bed happy People think that i'm rich and i am but not how they think i have a truck with a gold key chain in the ignition and on the back it says: happy joyous and free happy and when i drive i think about the last time my friends were driving with me how the radio was so loud that we couldn't hear the words so we became the music happy They write that i'm rich and i am but not how they think i have safe i call the boyfriend box and in it every saved receipt every movie theater ticket just to remind me of all the things i've loved and lost and loved again unconditionally You joke that i'm rich and i am but not how you think i live in a tudor house under the freeway off of Rose Avenue 12 blocks from the beach and when you call i put your sweater on and put you on speaker and chat for hours underneath the trees and think about the last time you were here lying next to me how the noise from the cars got louder and louder during rush hour until it sounded like a river or a stream and it felt like we were swimming but it wasn't just a dream we were just happy

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