In the hills of Benedict Canyon Love has room to grow in the hills of Benedict Canyon
My green typewriter light is on
and two monthsโ time between me and my last man
No double murder plots looming over neighborsโ vacant lots that i look upon at twilight, still light enough for the Starline bus to be carrying on. I listen to the hippie spouting nonsense at the foot of Bella Drive hammering on about Sharon and the sanctity of life
I listen on intently
thanks for the free ride
and for reminding me that everything comes down to a story and to laugh when you could cry.
...
- Lana Del Rey, Violet Bent Backwards over the Grass
the secret history aesthetic
Read this book recently howโs my lineup
โBeing the only female in what was basically a boysโ club must have been difficult for her. Miraculously, she didnโt compensate by becoming hard or quarrelsome. She was still a girl, a slight lovely girl who lay in bed and ate chocolates, a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth and whose scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze. But strange and marvelous as she was, a wisp of silk in a forest of black wool, she was not the fragile creature one would have her seem.โ - Donna Tartt, The Secret History
she henry on my marchbanks till i winter
Fiona Zanetti by @davidsonjdr
The Birth of Venus (painting), 1863.
by Alexander Cabanel.
The Secret History by Donna Tartt
The Secret History. Donna Tartt (1992).