V Magazine, Lana Del Rey by Steven Klein
If you see me crying over a middle aged fictional cowboy mind ya own damn business.
MARIE-CLAIRE BANCQUART
‘Je marche dans la solitude des livres’ (or ‘I Walk in the Solitude of Books’), written circa 1963, translated by Mary Ann Caws;
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its no longer labor day you cant reblog the todaybor day post anymore
“coming of age” books and movies are so stupid like being a teenager isn’t about having sex and going to parties it’s about staring out your car window after hanging out with your old best friends who you haven’t seen in months and realizing that you aren’t actually friends anymore and that your childhood has been well and truly dead since you were thirteen
