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right? and we're during a pandemic, she gained some weight like a lot of people in the world did
 
but her body looks pretty much the same to me from at least 2 years ago

So I talked in the VBBOTG thread about how Bare Feet On Linoleum reminds me of Twin Peaks and that got me to think about some places there. While the The Great Northern Hotel isn't a country club, it does have the aesthetic of one:

My point being, that this is hopefully the Lynchesque era. I want her to keep the sound and atmosphere from Bare Feet On Linoleum. I want to continue to be sucked in this dream world, that is inspired by Twin Peaks, but shaped by Lana. 

right? and we're during a pandemic, she gained some weight like a lot of people in the world did
 
but her body looks pretty much the same to me from at least 2 years ago

Was reading the Folklore album's critique on National Review and...
 
ethereal scary sexy bitch ghost huh. good stuff, love the power with which her aesthetic comes through 

I think she looks better with darker hair colors only because I think they give more contrast and make her beautiful facial bone structure and features like her eye color pop beautifully

I think she looks better with darker hair colors only because I think they give more contrast and make her beautiful facial bone structure and features like her eye color pop beautifully

right? and we're during a pandemic, she gained some weight like a lot of people in the world did
 
but her body looks pretty much the same to me from at least 2 years ago

Lana looks like how she did during Honeymoon, it's nice (except now she has blonde hair)
 

It's 2020 and people are still bodyshaming... It's a paparazzi photo. A photo taken when you're just out and about and not paying attention. Most people are going to have a shitty photo of themselves taken in this situation.

Here's the complete gallery of 23 HQ pictures, also added to the OP - 
 
 
 

doesnt mean anything, the website is loading the font from somewhere else like google fonts and maybe thats a bit delayed so ull see the default font for a split second
 
edit: nvm @@electra ninja'd me

FOR THE FONT:
 
that’s just a thing that happens in web design! it happens everywhere with custom fonts, but for some reason it’s not loading correctly. honestly i’m not a web designer so i don’t know how this happens logically but basically, what’s happening is that the font is loading one of the default microsoft fonts before it loads the custom font they’re using on the site. for some reason that’s the font they’ve sent as default (probably bc the entire site uses custom fonts).
 
it’s just some ugly windows basic font. it doesn’t matter bc the designers don’t intend for you to actually see it. when the page loads it loads in the real font, but for some reason it’s just being slow on ur computer / device !
 
this happened to me before when i used to use custom fonts on websites i would make. there’s probably efficient ways around it but im not sure of the specifics as i mostly do video game code :/ and not very well !

give us Heavy Hitter in new version blinking in BTD and you can watch the world burning

I think she will give it a couple weeks before saying anything about COCC, as to not distract from Violets.
I also have a feeling she might say nothing and just drop the album and a video on the 5th.

as someone who also wear the same pair of shorts all the time bc it fits perfectly I feel 100% represented 
also love the sunglasses and the cap they're so 2000s

i don't understand why people are hating on her for wearing her same shorts... they look fine, they're really cute and they don't look old or dingy. What's the big deal if she wears it even in like every photo lol? I love the shorts, they look so cute!

The themes she explores near the end of Violent Bent Backwards over the Grass, and the creepiness of the ending make me think she's leading into a much darker sound than a country album for Chemtrails.

her timing releasing this poem tho

her timing releasing this poem tho

"My intructor, younger than I, but as tough as you,
Instructed me to do a simple maneuverer.
It’s not that I didn’t do it,
But I was slow to lean the sports cruiser into a right hand upward turn.
Scared, scared that I would lose control of the plane.
Not tactfully and not gently,
The instructor shook his head, and without looking at me said
“You don’t trust yourself”.
I was horrified.
Feeling as though I’d somehow been found out.
Like he knew me,
How weak I was.
Of course, he was only talking about my ability as a pilot in the sky,
But I knew it was meant for me to hear those words."
--
I’m not a pilot.
I write!
 
 
This reminded me of an interview she did with Zane Lowe back in 2018, where she referenced this exact moment and how it influenced her to begin writing more (10:00-11:50): 
"This is when I also started to write more poetry. One of the most interesting things that happened to me was I couldn't take control, and my pilot instructor, who's much younger than me, he asked me to turn up and to the right into a righthand turn. & I did it, but I did it so slowly that it didn't even really turn. He just looked at me and he was like, 'You don't trust yourself.' He was literally only talking about with the plane, but for me I thought, shit. Thank god I didn't have a breakdown, I felt like I knew I needed to hear that. I was like, oh my god, I really don't. 'Cause it's so simple. The plane drives like a stick shift 'cause I'm in a sportcruiser. All you have to do is move the stick to the right, but I couldn't even do it. I think I realized how I am still so scared of so much. Of course, the sailing is another metaphor. They have a lot of the same language. I think it's all about being in the driver's seat, if you will. I'm all about metaphors. I actually said something to him, I was like, you're right. I don't trust myself. I really don't. & he looked at me like, get it together. That's when I realised. I don't want to say that's when I realised I'm not a pilot, but I realised I'm a writer. I'm not a pilot, but I could be. That's where my head went. It's funny, even with his instruction my head still went to how am I turning this into a rhyming stanza?"
 

Sportcruiser
 
I took a flying lesson on my 33rd birthday instead of calling you,
Or parking on the block where our old place used to be.
 
Genesee, Genesee, Genesee
 
Pathetic, I know, but sometimes I still like to park on that street,
And have lunch in the car just to feel close to you.
 
I was once in love with my life here,
In that studio apartment with you.
Little yellow flowers on the tops of trees as our only view,
Out of the only window,
Big enough for me to see our future through.
 
But it turned out I was the only one that could see it.
 
Stupid apartment complex.
Terrible you.
You, who I wait for.
You, you, you.
Like a broken record stuck on loop.
 
So that day, on my birthday, I thought,
‘Something has to change’
You can’t always be about waiting for you.
 
Don’t tell anyone, but part of my reasoning for taking the flight class
Was this idea that if I could become my own navigator,
A captain of the sky,
That perhaps I could stop looking for direction from you.
 
Well, what started off as an idea on a whim
Has turned into something more.
Too shy to explain to the owners that my first lesson was just a one-time thing,
I’ve continued to go to classes each week
At the precious little strip off Santa Monica and Bundy.
 
And everything was going fine.
We were starting with dips and loops,
and then something terrible happened.
 
During my fourth lesson in the sky,
My intructor, younger than I, but as tough as you,
Instructed me to do a simple maneuverer.
It’s not that I didn’t do it,
But I was slow to lean the sportcruiser into a righthand upward turn.
Scared
Scared that I would lose control of the plane.
 
Not tactfully and not gently,
The instructor shook his head, and without looking at me said,
'You don’t trust yourself.'
 
I was horrified.
Feeling as though I’d somehow been found out.
Like he knew me
How weak I was.
Of course, he was only talking about my ability as a pilot in the sky,
But I knew it was meant for me to hear those words.
 
For me, they held a deeper meaning.
I didn’t trust myself.
 
Not just 2500 feet above the coast of Malibu,
But with anything.
And I didn’t trust you.
I could’ve said something, but I was quiet.  
Because pilots aren’t like poets.
They don’t make metaphors between life and the sky.
 
In the midst of this mid-life meltdown, navigational exercise in self-examination,
I also decided to do something else I had always wanted to do:
Take sailing lessons in the vibrant bay of Marina del Rey.
I signed up for the glasses under ‘Elizabeth Grant’,
And nobody blinked an eye.
 
So, why was I so sure that when I walked into the tiny shack on Valley Way, someone would say,
'You’re not a captain of a ship, or a master of the sky!'
No.
The fisherman didn’t care, and so neither did I.
 
And for a brief moment, I felt more myself than ever before.
Letting the self proclaimed drunkard captain’s lessons wash over me like the foamy tops of the sea.
 
Midway through my forehead burned,
and my hands raw from driving,
The captain told me the most important think I would need to know on the sea.
 
'Never run the ship into irons'
That’s nautical terms for not sailing the boat directly into the wind.
 
In order to do that though, you have to know where the wind is coming from.
And you might not have time to look up at the mast,
Or up further to the weather vein.
So you have to feel where the wind is coming from.
On your cheeks, and by the tips of the white waves from which direction they’re rolling.
 
To do this, he gave me an exercise.
He told me to close my eyes, and asked me to feel on my neck which way the wind was blowing.
I already knew I was going to get it wrong.
'The wind is coming from everywhere. I feel it all over' I told him.
'No,' he said.
'The wind is coming from the left. The portside.'
I sat waiting for him to tell me, 'You don’t trust himself.'
But he didn’t, so I said it for him.
'I don’t trust myself,'
 
He laughed, gentler than the pilot, but still not realising that my failure in the exercise was hitting me at a much deeper level.
 
'It’s not that you don’t trust yourself' he said. 'It’s simply that you’re not a captain. It isn’t what you do.'
 
Then he told me he wanted me to practise everyday so I would get better.
 
'Which grocery store do you go to?' he asked.
'To the Ralphs in the Palisades,' I replied.
 
'Okay. When you’re in the Ralphs in the Palisades,
I want you, as you walking from your car to the store,
To close your eyes, and feel which way the wind is blowing.
Now, I don’t want you to look like a crazy person crouching in the middle of the parking lot,
but everywhere you go,
I want you to try and find which way the wind is coming in from.
And then, determine if it’s from the port or starboard side,
So when you’re back on the boat you have a better sense of it.'
 
I thought his advice was adorable.
I could already picture myself in the parking lot,
Squinting my eyes with perfect housewives looking on.
 
I could picture myself growing a better sense of which way the wind was blowing.
And as I did, a tiny bit of deeper trust also began to grow within myself.
I thought of mentioning it,
but I didn’t.
Because captain’s aren’t like poets.
They don’t make metaphors between the sea and sky.
 
And as I thought that to myself,
I realised
That’s why I write.
 
All this this circumnavigating the earth
Was to get back to my life.
Six trips to the moon for my poetry to arise.
 
I’m not a captain,
I’m not a pilot.
I write!
I write!
 
 
 
Thank you to @ takeitdoen for the transcript, as it has been released in Australia x

I bet some other artists (probably not Taylor or Billie though) will try doing this. But none will do it like Lana.

Violet is amazing. It's so genuinely weird. No other girl is doing shit like this, or would ever have the freedom to. I hope she continues down this rabbit hole with Chemtrails. I want Lana and Jack to let their freak flags fly.

“Plus, I love Zac, so why did I do that when I know it won't last?“
 
I figured this out;
 
Her husband, Zac is PROZAC.
 
“But I know it won’t last”; if you are on Prozac long enough it loses its effect on stabilizing your chemical imbalance.
 
Lana May have been on Prozac for a long time but then it stopped having its desired effect.
 
This is just my take, so don’t assume anything.

really loving this y'all are hackers digging these stuff 
I can't remember shit from my programming classes from 3 years ago, but I'm trying to follow along
 
 
I'm excited but I'm prepared mentally when august 5 comes and see nothing happening lmao