Janica

IF YOU ARE NOT VERY CAREFUL
YOUR POETRY WILL POSSESS YOU
LANA TAUGHT US HOW TO FEEL
NOW VIOLET HAS NO APPEAL

i hate this website 

You can still go out for a walk, just keep distance.

Goddamn she's hot

Idk why but this is the most positive description of a lemon I've ever heard.
 

She thought it was April 1st instead of April 11th... and then she felt like "Let me fool those little fuckers"

Your gif represents the situation properly... At this moment she must be laughing at us! lol

Original Version
Stay on your path Sylvia Plath
Don't fall away like all the others   Don't take all your secrets alone to your watery grave about Lovers and mother   The secrets you keep will keep you in deep like Father and Amy & brother & all of the people you meet on the street will reiterate lies that she uttered   Leave me in peace I cry Late at night on a slow boat bound for Catalina for no reason   Tiny beads of sweat dot my forehead Could be mistaken for dew drops if this were photo season.   But alas this is a real life - and it's been a real fight just to Keep my mind from committing treason. Why you ask? Because she told the towns people I was crazy and the lies they Started to believe them   But anyway - I've moved on now   And now that I've gone scorched earth I'm left wondering where to go from here. To Sonoma where the fires have just left? South Dakota?   Would standing in front of Mount Rushmore feel like the Great American homecoming I never had?   Would the magnitude of the scale of the sculpture take the place of the warm embrace I've never known.   Or should I just be here now In the kitchen Bare feet on linoleum Bored - but not unhappy Cutting vegetables over boiling water that I will later turn into stew   ---   Spoken Word Version Stay on the path of Sylvia Plath, Don’t fall away like all the others.
 
Don’t take all your secrets alone to your watery grave about lovers and ---
 
The secrets you keep will keep you in deep, like Amy and ---  and brother.
And all the people you meet on the street,
Will reiterate lies that they uttered.
 
Leave me in peace, I cry in the middle of the night
on a slow boat bound for Catalina for no reason.
 
Tiny drops of perspiration dot my forehead
They could be mistaken for dew drops if this were photo season.
 
But alas.
This is a real life. And it’s been a real fight, just to stop my mind from committing treason.
Why, you ask?
Because she told the towns people I was crazy.
And the lies, they started to believe them.
 
But anyways,
That’s all over now. 
I’ve moved on.
 
Gone scorched earth.
And now, I’m left wondering.
Where do I go from here?
To Sinoma, where the fires have just left? 
South Dakota?
 
Would standing in front of Mount Rushmore feel like the great American homecoming I never had?
Would the magnitude of the scale of the sculptures take the place of the warm embrace I never got?
 
Or should I just be here now?
Bare feet on Linoleum
Slicing vegetables into water
That I will later turn into stew.
 
People love my stories.
People love my stories.

No. She published this poem for the first time in February 2019.
 
https://www.instagram.com/p/BuFJQBQDAC5/?igshid=1iah846ushm0s

Lana I swear

Violet bent backwards over the grass and broke her neck 

Lana I swear

Lana I swear

Both posts have been deleted x

well it’s over

Marina’s froots are SHAKING

Can’t believe we got a one in 100 year pandemic event before we got Lana’s finished spoken word album lol

she just dropped the artwork omg, it's cute

she's serving ride monologue, kinda excited for this "album"

"A poem"

 
In the video, she reads her poem 'Happy' :
 
"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 to the picnic table that I bought from the Rose Bowl
& I listen to the rushing cars above
& I think about the last time you visited me
The last time we made love
How the noise got louder and louder during rush hour until it sounded like the sea
& it felt like the ocean was the sky
& that I was flying because you were two feet taller than me
Until you took me in your arms 
& I could touch the stars
& they all fell down around my head
& I became and angel
Then 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
& when I drive, I think about the last time my friends were driving with me
How the radio was so loud that I couldn't hear the words
So we became the music
happy
 
They're right that I'm rich, and I am, but not how they think
I have a safe I call the boyfriend box, and in it every saved receipt 
Every movie theatre ticket just to remind me of all the things I've loved then lost then loved again, unconditionally
Happy
 
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
& when you call, I put your sweater on and put you on speaker and chat for hours underneath the trees 
& 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
& it felt like we were swimming
But it wasn't just a dream
We were just happy.

I am so happy she's still alive

I love how she has THE most expensive mask but is wearing it incorrectly and has obviously been taking it off/touching it in order to drink a Diet Coke.
 
It's just so her.

I am so happy she's still alive

Doin' Time is Lana's best cover.

Except when she's had two or three or four...