Lana del rey, sprawled out on their sofa, hand draped delicately over her face, covered completely in torn out pictures of elvis:
Yes Claire?
Grimes:
So ive been thinking... we should collaborate
Lana, unmoved:
Hmm
Grimes:
yea,.... i have everything written already..... u can do most of the singing but i have all the instrumentals picked out based on your discography which i thoroughly scoured for consistent points of reference........ for all intents and purposes it's already a lana del rey song lol
Lana, a picture of elvis stuck to her forehead:
Don't trust them Claire. The future is never certain.
Grimes:
What???
Lana:
My heart is heavy for the past and the future is a hallway i'll never enter. fly away, little bird, you are still young in your beautiful heart.....
they make our sex and our marriage and our love illegal and they murder us and they do nothing when we die in the tens of thousands from AIDS and when they can’t do that anymore they write out their fantasies of killing us on primetime television so that everyone can live vicariously through the world they’ve created where no gay person gets a happy ending
