Actress Photos Actress Lena Dunham HD Photos and Wallpapers May 2021 By GethuCinema Admin May 21, 2021 Related Posts Lena Dunham Most Liked Photos and Posts 1. 206.2K Likes Download Photo Lena Dunham InstagramCaption : 9*25*21 -... Lena Dunham Top 100 Instagram Photos and Posts 1. 206.2K Likes Download Photo Lena Dunham InstagramCaption : 9*25*21 -... Actress Lena Dunham HD Photos and Wallpapers February 2024 Actress Lena Dunham HD Photos and Wallpapers September 2023 Actress Lena Dunham HD Photos and Wallpapers August 2023 Actress Lena Dunham HD Photos and Wallpapers May 2023 Share This Post FacebookTwitterPinterestWhatsAppReddItTelegram Happy Birthday to a stone cold fox with a heart of fire and a body like a race car. You may not be very polite via text message, but you’re absolutely who I’d choose to enter an apocalypse or be trapped in an escape room with (and I feel like we’ve tried both at least once.) I love you this and every year. I hope to spend the rest of my life copying your clothing and mannerisms and apologizing for your behavior. Happy Birthday to a stone cold fox with a heart of fire and a body like a race car. You may not be very polite via text message, but you’re absolutely who I’d choose to enter an apocalypse or be trapped in an escape room with (and I feel like we’ve tried both at least once.) I love you this and every year. I hope to spend the rest of my life copying your clothing and mannerisms and apologizing for your behavior. Happy Birthday to a stone cold fox with a heart of fire and a body like a race car. You may not be very polite via text message, but you’re absolutely who I’d choose to enter an apocalypse or be trapped in an escape room with (and I feel like we’ve tried both at least once.) I love you this and every year. I hope to spend the rest of my life copying your clothing and mannerisms and apologizing for your behavior. Happy Birthday to a stone cold fox with a heart of fire and a body like a race car. You may not be very polite via text message, but you’re absolutely who I’d choose to enter an apocalypse or be trapped in an escape room with (and I feel like we’ve tried both at least once.) I love you this and every year. I hope to spend the rest of my life copying your clothing and mannerisms and apologizing for your behavior. Happy Birthday to a stone cold fox with a heart of fire and a body like a race car. You may not be very polite via text message, but you’re absolutely who I’d choose to enter an apocalypse or be trapped in an escape room with (and I feel like we’ve tried both at least once.) I love you this and every year. I hope to spend the rest of my life copying your clothing and mannerisms and apologizing for your behavior. Happy Birthday to a stone cold fox with a heart of fire and a body like a race car. You may not be very polite via text message, but you’re absolutely who I’d choose to enter an apocalypse or be trapped in an escape room with (and I feel like we’ve tried both at least once.) I love you this and every year. I hope to spend the rest of my life copying your clothing and mannerisms and apologizing for your behavior. Happy Birthday to a stone cold fox with a heart of fire and a body like a race car. You may not be very polite via text message, but you’re absolutely who I’d choose to enter an apocalypse or be trapped in an escape room with (and I feel like we’ve tried both at least once.) I love you this and every year. I hope to spend the rest of my life copying your clothing and mannerisms and apologizing for your behavior. Spring has sprung and for the first time in my whole life I’m looking around me- at new things growing, little blooms, baby animals shaking their baby animal butts. Maybe it’s because I’m turning thirty five (35!? What!? I feel 14 most days. I don’t usually brush my hair. And I am not immune to spending forty minutes looking in the mirror at emerging crows feet and the new droop of my breasts but that’s for another caption… long story short, I love it…) Maybe it’s because I’ve found myself in rural England with minimal cell phone reception and maximal farm life. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that forcing a daily practice of gratitude has actually shifted into a reality of gratitude. They say you can form habits. I never believed it. I was a bed creature with a naturally glass half empty attitude upon waking up and the sun upset my vampire eyes. Often, I led with my trauma and fear. But living through and past some dark days required a shift in perspective, and my appreciation of being right where I am when I’m there- doing what I love to do, with old collaborators and new love surrounding me- is so big it fills me even on cold nights on set and mornings where my arthritic bones ache and I’m homesick or in conflict or feeling like a scared imposter. Emotions come and go like weather, but the gratitude stays put like this Medieval architecture. To quote modern punk poet Brody Dalle, “It hit me/I got everything I need.” Always did. Springtime 🙂 Spring has sprung and for the first time in my whole life I’m looking around me- at new things growing, little blooms, baby animals shaking their baby animal butts. Maybe it’s because I’m turning thirty five (35!? What!? I feel 14 most days. I don’t usually brush my hair. And I am not immune to spending forty minutes looking in the mirror at emerging crows feet and the new droop of my breasts but that’s for another caption… long story short, I love it…) Maybe it’s because I’ve found myself in rural England with minimal cell phone reception and maximal farm life. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that forcing a daily practice of gratitude has actually shifted into a reality of gratitude. They say you can form habits. I never believed it. I was a bed creature with a naturally glass half empty attitude upon waking up and the sun upset my vampire eyes. Often, I led with my trauma and fear. But living through and past some dark days required a shift in perspective, and my appreciation of being right where I am when I’m there- doing what I love to do, with old collaborators and new love surrounding me- is so big it fills me even on cold nights on set and mornings where my arthritic bones ache and I’m homesick or in conflict or feeling like a scared imposter. Emotions come and go like weather, but the gratitude stays put like this Medieval architecture. To quote modern punk poet Brody Dalle, “It hit me/I got everything I need.” Always did. Springtime 🙂 Spring has sprung and for the first time in my whole life I’m looking around me- at new things growing, little blooms, baby animals shaking their baby animal butts. Maybe it’s because I’m turning thirty five (35!? What!? I feel 14 most days. I don’t usually brush my hair. And I am not immune to spending forty minutes looking in the mirror at emerging crows feet and the new droop of my breasts but that’s for another caption… long story short, I love it…) Maybe it’s because I’ve found myself in rural England with minimal cell phone reception and maximal farm life. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that forcing a daily practice of gratitude has actually shifted into a reality of gratitude. They say you can form habits. I never believed it. I was a bed creature with a naturally glass half empty attitude upon waking up and the sun upset my vampire eyes. Often, I led with my trauma and fear. But living through and past some dark days required a shift in perspective, and my appreciation of being right where I am when I’m there- doing what I love to do, with old collaborators and new love surrounding me- is so big it fills me even on cold nights on set and mornings where my arthritic bones ache and I’m homesick or in conflict or feeling like a scared imposter. Emotions come and go like weather, but the gratitude stays put like this Medieval architecture. To quote modern punk poet Brody Dalle, “It hit me/I got everything I need.” Always did. Springtime 🙂 Spring has sprung and for the first time in my whole life I’m looking around me- at new things growing, little blooms, baby animals shaking their baby animal butts. Maybe it’s because I’m turning thirty five (35!? What!? I feel 14 most days. I don’t usually brush my hair. And I am not immune to spending forty minutes looking in the mirror at emerging crows feet and the new droop of my breasts but that’s for another caption… long story short, I love it…) Maybe it’s because I’ve found myself in rural England with minimal cell phone reception and maximal farm life. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that forcing a daily practice of gratitude has actually shifted into a reality of gratitude. They say you can form habits. I never believed it. I was a bed creature with a naturally glass half empty attitude upon waking up and the sun upset my vampire eyes. Often, I led with my trauma and fear. But living through and past some dark days required a shift in perspective, and my appreciation of being right where I am when I’m there- doing what I love to do, with old collaborators and new love surrounding me- is so big it fills me even on cold nights on set and mornings where my arthritic bones ache and I’m homesick or in conflict or feeling like a scared imposter. Emotions come and go like weather, but the gratitude stays put like this Medieval architecture. To quote modern punk poet Brody Dalle, “It hit me/I got everything I need.” Always did. Springtime 🙂 Spring has sprung and for the first time in my whole life I’m looking around me- at new things growing, little blooms, baby animals shaking their baby animal butts. Maybe it’s because I’m turning thirty five (35!? What!? I feel 14 most days. I don’t usually brush my hair. And I am not immune to spending forty minutes looking in the mirror at emerging crows feet and the new droop of my breasts but that’s for another caption… long story short, I love it…) Maybe it’s because I’ve found myself in rural England with minimal cell phone reception and maximal farm life. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that forcing a daily practice of gratitude has actually shifted into a reality of gratitude. They say you can form habits. I never believed it. I was a bed creature with a naturally glass half empty attitude upon waking up and the sun upset my vampire eyes. Often, I led with my trauma and fear. But living through and past some dark days required a shift in perspective, and my appreciation of being right where I am when I’m there- doing what I love to do, with old collaborators and new love surrounding me- is so big it fills me even on cold nights on set and mornings where my arthritic bones ache and I’m homesick or in conflict or feeling like a scared imposter. Emotions come and go like weather, but the gratitude stays put like this Medieval architecture. To quote modern punk poet Brody Dalle, “It hit me/I got everything I need.” Always did. Springtime 🙂 Spring has sprung and for the first time in my whole life I’m looking around me- at new things growing, little blooms, baby animals shaking their baby animal butts. Maybe it’s because I’m turning thirty five (35!? What!? I feel 14 most days. I don’t usually brush my hair. And I am not immune to spending forty minutes looking in the mirror at emerging crows feet and the new droop of my breasts but that’s for another caption… long story short, I love it…) Maybe it’s because I’ve found myself in rural England with minimal cell phone reception and maximal farm life. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that forcing a daily practice of gratitude has actually shifted into a reality of gratitude. They say you can form habits. I never believed it. I was a bed creature with a naturally glass half empty attitude upon waking up and the sun upset my vampire eyes. Often, I led with my trauma and fear. But living through and past some dark days required a shift in perspective, and my appreciation of being right where I am when I’m there- doing what I love to do, with old collaborators and new love surrounding me- is so big it fills me even on cold nights on set and mornings where my arthritic bones ache and I’m homesick or in conflict or feeling like a scared imposter. Emotions come and go like weather, but the gratitude stays put like this Medieval architecture. To quote modern punk poet Brody Dalle, “It hit me/I got everything I need.” Always did. Springtime 🙂 Spring has sprung and for the first time in my whole life I’m looking around me- at new things growing, little blooms, baby animals shaking their baby animal butts. Maybe it’s because I’m turning thirty five (35!? What!? I feel 14 most days. I don’t usually brush my hair. And I am not immune to spending forty minutes looking in the mirror at emerging crows feet and the new droop of my breasts but that’s for another caption… long story short, I love it…) Maybe it’s because I’ve found myself in rural England with minimal cell phone reception and maximal farm life. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that forcing a daily practice of gratitude has actually shifted into a reality of gratitude. They say you can form habits. I never believed it. I was a bed creature with a naturally glass half empty attitude upon waking up and the sun upset my vampire eyes. Often, I led with my trauma and fear. But living through and past some dark days required a shift in perspective, and my appreciation of being right where I am when I’m there- doing what I love to do, with old collaborators and new love surrounding me- is so big it fills me even on cold nights on set and mornings where my arthritic bones ache and I’m homesick or in conflict or feeling like a scared imposter. Emotions come and go like weather, but the gratitude stays put like this Medieval architecture. To quote modern punk poet Brody Dalle, “It hit me/I got everything I need.” Always did. Springtime 🙂 Spring has sprung and for the first time in my whole life I’m looking around me- at new things growing, little blooms, baby animals shaking their baby animal butts. Maybe it’s because I’m turning thirty five (35!? What!? I feel 14 most days. I don’t usually brush my hair. And I am not immune to spending forty minutes looking in the mirror at emerging crows feet and the new droop of my breasts but that’s for another caption… long story short, I love it…) Maybe it’s because I’ve found myself in rural England with minimal cell phone reception and maximal farm life. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that forcing a daily practice of gratitude has actually shifted into a reality of gratitude. They say you can form habits. I never believed it. I was a bed creature with a naturally glass half empty attitude upon waking up and the sun upset my vampire eyes. Often, I led with my trauma and fear. But living through and past some dark days required a shift in perspective, and my appreciation of being right where I am when I’m there- doing what I love to do, with old collaborators and new love surrounding me- is so big it fills me even on cold nights on set and mornings where my arthritic bones ache and I’m homesick or in conflict or feeling like a scared imposter. Emotions come and go like weather, but the gratitude stays put like this Medieval architecture. To quote modern punk poet Brody Dalle, “It hit me/I got everything I need.” Always did. Springtime 🙂 Spring has sprung and for the first time in my whole life I’m looking around me- at new things growing, little blooms, baby animals shaking their baby animal butts. Maybe it’s because I’m turning thirty five (35!? What!? I feel 14 most days. I don’t usually brush my hair. And I am not immune to spending forty minutes looking in the mirror at emerging crows feet and the new droop of my breasts but that’s for another caption… long story short, I love it…) Maybe it’s because I’ve found myself in rural England with minimal cell phone reception and maximal farm life. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that forcing a daily practice of gratitude has actually shifted into a reality of gratitude. They say you can form habits. I never believed it. I was a bed creature with a naturally glass half empty attitude upon waking up and the sun upset my vampire eyes. Often, I led with my trauma and fear. But living through and past some dark days required a shift in perspective, and my appreciation of being right where I am when I’m there- doing what I love to do, with old collaborators and new love surrounding me- is so big it fills me even on cold nights on set and mornings where my arthritic bones ache and I’m homesick or in conflict or feeling like a scared imposter. Emotions come and go like weather, but the gratitude stays put like this Medieval architecture. To quote modern punk poet Brody Dalle, “It hit me/I got everything I need.” Always did. Springtime 🙂 Spring has sprung and for the first time in my whole life I’m looking around me- at new things growing, little blooms, baby animals shaking their baby animal butts. Maybe it’s because I’m turning thirty five (35!? What!? I feel 14 most days. I don’t usually brush my hair. And I am not immune to spending forty minutes looking in the mirror at emerging crows feet and the new droop of my breasts but that’s for another caption… long story short, I love it…) Maybe it’s because I’ve found myself in rural England with minimal cell phone reception and maximal farm life. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that forcing a daily practice of gratitude has actually shifted into a reality of gratitude. They say you can form habits. I never believed it. I was a bed creature with a naturally glass half empty attitude upon waking up and the sun upset my vampire eyes. Often, I led with my trauma and fear. But living through and past some dark days required a shift in perspective, and my appreciation of being right where I am when I’m there- doing what I love to do, with old collaborators and new love surrounding me- is so big it fills me even on cold nights on set and mornings where my arthritic bones ache and I’m homesick or in conflict or feeling like a scared imposter. Emotions come and go like weather, but the gratitude stays put like this Medieval architecture. To quote modern punk poet Brody Dalle, “It hit me/I got everything I need.” Always did. Springtime 🙂 Just born, single digits, teens, twenties, thirties… I’ve loved every decade of my life on this planet more than the next, especially once I realized that it’s not like a test where you get a certain # of questions wrong and you fail- it’s more like a painting, where you can rework smudged strokes and create something fantastic. To every fellow ♉️ enjoying their bday, I wish you coziness and a full stomach. To every fellow human throttling toward middle age, not too bad, innit? Birthday Land Express Just born, single digits, teens, twenties, thirties… I’ve loved every decade of my life on this planet more than the next, especially once I realized that it’s not like a test where you get a certain # of questions wrong and you fail- it’s more like a painting, where you can rework smudged strokes and create something fantastic. To every fellow ♉️ enjoying their bday, I wish you coziness and a full stomach. To every fellow human throttling toward middle age, not too bad, innit? Birthday Land Express Just born, single digits, teens, twenties, thirties… I’ve loved every decade of my life on this planet more than the next, especially once I realized that it’s not like a test where you get a certain # of questions wrong and you fail- it’s more like a painting, where you can rework smudged strokes and create something fantastic. To every fellow ♉️ enjoying their bday, I wish you coziness and a full stomach. To every fellow human throttling toward middle age, not too bad, innit? Birthday Land Express Just born, single digits, teens, twenties, thirties… I’ve loved every decade of my life on this planet more than the next, especially once I realized that it’s not like a test where you get a certain # of questions wrong and you fail- it’s more like a painting, where you can rework smudged strokes and create something fantastic. To every fellow ♉️ enjoying their bday, I wish you coziness and a full stomach. To every fellow human throttling toward middle age, not too bad, innit? Birthday Land Express Just born, single digits, teens, twenties, thirties… I’ve loved every decade of my life on this planet more than the next, especially once I realized that it’s not like a test where you get a certain # of questions wrong and you fail- it’s more like a painting, where you can rework smudged strokes and create something fantastic. To every fellow ♉️ enjoying their bday, I wish you coziness and a full stomach. To every fellow human throttling toward middle age, not too bad, innit? Birthday Land Express To the woman who suggested I tell my 4th grade bullies: “you’re just followers pretending to be leaders and I’m sick of this shit” (thereby getting me sent to the principal’s office) you are, quite simply, an icon. Love you in 80s black & white and your eternal living color. Happy Mother’s Day, @lauriesimmons Alissa and I can’t stop won’t stop talking about women that society deems crazy and who we deem FUCKING ICONS. You call it gossip? We call it historical research, bitches. So before the Season 4 premiere of The C-Word next Thursday 5/27, binge in the dark and tell your family it’s an intellectual activity. You’re not *technically* lying. As a “troubled starlet” who has made it out of the valley of Hollyweird and into the hills of Cozy Town, this subject is close to my heart but on a larger level I believe that by examining the way we shame and castigate women for not conforming to our dreams we can learn the truth about ourselves as a society. Also, Alissa just makes me LOL. So LISTEN UPPP TagsLena Dunham Previous articleActress Reya Sunshine HD Photos and Wallpapers May 2021Next articleActor Kristen Holden-Ried HD Photos and Wallpapers May 2021