Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass

by Lana Del Rey

Dedicated to whomever’s worn, warm afternoon hands come upon these pages—wherever you may find them—and that you may remember that the world is conspiring for you and to act in a manner as such.

and in that moment i decided to do nothing about everything forever.

Or should I just be here now In the kitchen Bare feet on linoleum Bored - but not unhappy

Rock quarry The vastness of which has nothing on my beautiful mind

I’m funny when I’m drunk though I haven’t been drunk for 14 years

Don’t make me be resilient i so want to be soft