#lana de rey

[femmesweetheart]

I’m so crafty 🎀

[girlbloggerinterrupted222]

[omgthatdress]

Another classic McQueen reference! Lana del Rey clearly channeling his Widows of Culloden antlers look, but with thorny vines. Fantastic!

[terribleandcruel]

found this at a record store today i almost had a heart attack 😭

[papergirl0]

Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

[glamorouspoets]

[camojacketfag]

Julys vinyl additions

[nuukii7]

LOVE u

[beautifuiprincessdisorder]

a guy was talking shit abt me to a guy my friend is speaking to and he said i was “one of those coquette girls…” ahhh glad to see people are understanding my aesthetic visions

[m3rmaidmtel]

"nothing tastes as good as skinny feels"

[lanadelreyvisualaesthetics]

Flames so hot that they turn blue Palms reflecting in your eyes, like an endless summer That's the way I feel for you If time stood still, I'd take this moment, make it last forever Your halo's full of fire I'm rising up, rising up My hot love's full of fire

Baby, if you wanna leave, come to California Be a freak like me, too Screw your anonymity, loving me is all you need To feel like I do We could slow dance to rock music, kiss while we do it Talk 'til we both turn blue Baby, if you wanna leave, come to California Be a freak like me, too

[girlbloggerinterrupted222]

kate moss in fur is so mother

[terribleandcruel]

exactly exactly…

[papergirl0]

I believe in unicorns

[glamorouspoets]

Me if you cared </3

[camojacketfag]

I know I talk lots about OCD but often it’s only because it takes such a prominent role in my life for weeks and sometimes even months. Deep in the midst of it, I start losing care for everything and anything that doesn’t revolve around my current obsessions and compulsions. It robs the magic from even the simplest of things. Music particularly has always been an anchor which I’ve always lovingly relied on as I disappear and retreat into the depths of the rich inner world inside my mind. In moments where I spiral all I want and yearn for is comfort. This means I often neglect most of the new music releases during those couple of months in favor of records that have already become a staple in my life. Recently, as the sky has started to clear up, Lanas' newest record has become a bit of a somber summer lullaby. Watching the corn reach maturity as I drive to nowhere or reading Joyce Carol Oates out loud to my friends at some cemetery in Michigan, it whispers and plays sweetly alongside the process of my memory formation. Indiana is most beautiful in the summer. Each year I learn to cherish it even more than before. It’s in the music I go back to time after time, that I find myself reliving the most vibrant and special memories I’ve worked so hard to remain a part of me, forever.