#ldr couple

[annagxx]

Phir Milne aaoge na?

“Phir milne aaoge na?”

“Shayad haan.”

“Shayad kahoge toh umeed de jaoge.”

“Ho sakta hai main wahi chahta hoon?”

“Tum itna uljhaate kyun ho?”

“Tum pehle se hi uljhi hui ho.”

“Toh suljha doon?”

“Koshish toh ki thi.”

“Ek aakhri baar phir sahi.”

“Aaj waqt nahi hai.”

“Tabhi toh poocha.”

“Kya?”

“Phir milne aaoge na?”

[lanatopia]

Lana for Harper’s Bazaar

[sweetlacedreams]

it’s me,your little Venice bitch

[peach-and-cherryblossom]

Yearning to wrap my arms around your neck and never let go

[doginrut]

when he visits i’m gonna tie him up in our hotel room with a self thrusting di/do and a vibrator while i go to class

[love-me-in-the-moonlight]

My boy forever♡

[mrs--lonelyy]

Lana Del Rey & Quavo Pre Grammys 2024.

[livinces]

Those Lana Del Rey coded Gotham City Sugar Daddy ships have me Down Bad and INSANE. 😮‍💨

[the-monologues]

That frustrating side of your long distance relationship where you crave to touch him but not in any sensual or lustful sense but in a very “dammit we are so far away” sense, in a very “I just need to see you once” sense, in a very “I am gonna cry because of missing you so much” sense…

[annagxx]

the romanticism of undressing someone and seeing their curves and edges and birthmarks and scars and moles and freckles and kissing every single one of them

[lanatopia]

Lana for Harper’s Baazar

[peach-and-cherryblossom]

When love is not madness it is not love.

Pedro Calderon de la Barca

[spiral-says]

We had 7 days together

I knew I loved you before, but those 7 days

You were real.

You were mine.

I waited years to have those moments with you and now Ive spent years recovering from them..

I will never allow myself to forget how it felt,

I will walk around with the absence of you stabbing at my heart for as long as I live.

I’ve accepted that forgetting you would be somehow more painful than the alternative.

I miss you, indefinitely.

((part of a letter I’ll never send))

- J

[ruth-t]

I dream of you, my thoughts constantly orbit around you, and my pen spills ink in your honor, weaving words in a futile attempt to bridge the gap between us. And yet, despite this ceaseless effort, it still isn’t enough to alter the trajectory of our paths — paths that, it seems, are destined to diverge, no matter how much I wish it were otherwise.

[venicebitch1949]

𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟

ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖