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I paint the house black, my wedding dress black leather, too

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— Florida Kilos by Lana Del Rey

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“I have a personal ambition to live my life honestly and honor the true love that I’ve had and also the people I’ve had around me. I want to stay hopeful, even though I get scared about why we’re even alive at all.” –Lana del Rey.

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i’m surviving solely on day dreams and fantasies at this point

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I paint the house black, my wedding dress black leather, too

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on april

barbara kingsolver demon copperhead \\ sara teasdale a november night \\ fatima aamer bilal i mother it, the absence of her ii. i was hard to bear from the very start (via @ivynightshade) \\ anne carson the glass essay (via @petaltexturedskies) \\ raymond p. fischer an aged man remembers april \\ cyrus cassells \\ anton chekhov love \\ t.s eliot the waste land \\ michelle o'sullivan the flower and the frozen sea: "bespoke"

kofi

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Lana del Rey performing at Coachella valley Music and Arts Festival in Indio - California.

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I shall live on dreams because reality is too cruel for me. I think I shall be the kind of person that nobody understands,

Anaïs Nin, Linotte: The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914-1920

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Lana Del Rey at Coachella

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I'm lonely, but I'm good I'm bitter, but I swear I'm fine .. (I Hate It Here by Taylor Swift)

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TAYLOR SWIFT © "The Tortured Poets Department" Promotional Shoots

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Alright, reblog with your top 3 tracks from TTPD as of rn

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But it won't start up 'til you touch, touch, touch me

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Listened to TTPD three times now. It’s slowly growing on me, but I think I’ll end up just playing it for background music on days I want to stay in and chill or when going on walks. I really like half the songs now, especially the songs on the standard edition. 🤍

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The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923

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the tortured poets department. an anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. this period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. there is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. and upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. this writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.

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"what do you do in spare time" i yearn and i dream about a life where im loved and nothings ever wrong and it takes up all of my evenings and weekends doing that