We have the power to alter the course, to put out into the universe what we want to come back to us. LESSON: I’m going straight literal with Summer Bummer. This sounds ridiculous but sometimes we forget that for the most part, WE are in control of our own life. I refuse to let you fall emotionally disheveled over said fuck boi. You are putting an Instagram filter over your fling trying to convince yourself the new edited version is REALLY what it looks like even though Zach repeatedly texts you “wyd?” at 2:05 a.m. If that dude is showing you glimpses of who he *really* is during Gemini, Cancer, OR Leo season, GIRL BELIEVE HIM.

LESSON: Don’t get all gaga-eyed for a fuck boi during the summer. ‘Cause you held me in your arms just a little too tightĬould change all the ways you’ve been livin’ This song alludes to how goddamn complicated it is to keep up with everything going on in the world while simultaneously being in a period of your life when you’re still trying to find yourself. At a time when truth and clarity seem as easy to locate as the sun during a solar eclipse (god, sorry, I’m writing this during ~*~solar eclipse media season~*~ and it is infiltrated my brain completely) it’s enough “just to make you feel crazy, crazy, crazy.” But the part you need to remember during this mentally trying time is that you’re never, ever alone. It’s enough just to make you feel crazy, crazy, crazy” You’re part of the past, but now you’re the future “Look at you kids with your vintage music

One of my specialties is deriving life-changing meaning from very vague sentences which my friends really appreciate when the guy they’ve gone on two dates with texts the dreaded “k.”

Del Rey (Just Googled her real name and it’s Elizabeth Woolridge Grant wowwowwow) via the lessons she embeds into the dark and somber lyrics of her politically-aware fourth album. BUT! We have gathered here today not to review an album but to learn from Ms. I’ll be straight-up with you: I am a music reviewer in the sense that I know what songs make me turn up the volume and I know what songs make me feel like the music industry is dying, which is to say: I am not a music reviewer at all. Kind of like how I wander around Madewell for 45 minutes carrying ten different sweaters and pairs of pants but ultimately leave with one top that I will wear once and decide it’s not my color. Lana Del Rey’s “Lust For Life” has been out for a hot minute, but sometimes I like to just sit and hold songs for awhile before I can decide which ones I’m taking with me with me for the long haul.

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