Quote by Lena Dunham
You know, bad poetry I wrote in high school can still be found on

You know, bad poetry I wrote in high school can still be found on the Internet, and, you know, theres a Web log of our college newspaper. You know, theres so many different stages of my creative development are sort of on-record if somebody were to choose to look for them. – Lena Dunham

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I mean, I – its so funny, I am, you know, I am, you know, a working woman out in the world, but I still live with my parents half the time. Ive been sort of taking this very long, stuttering period of moving out. – Lena Dunham

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