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Lana Del Rey discography + singles (2012–2017)

Melodrama /// Paintings

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Lady Mary Crawley, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife? Yes!

a change of heart //

The 1975 Aesthetics from the beginning of the I Like It When You Sleep For You Are So Beautiful Yet So Unaware Of It era

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LANA DEL REY —  LUST FOR LIFE (2017)

Blue Jeans - Lana Del Rey

hopeless fountain kingdom aesthetics

i want you to love me now, now, now now or never

day 22

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day 21

never did i understand the duality of reality and art; a bridge, laced with gold, never crossed afraid, frightened is in a state of need the human condition is to link the 2 worlds. a yearn for greater art; making the reality flow into something. portraying an actuality, being perceived by many.

day 20

eyes glisten, the time reversed. troubled mind, pure heart. lonely soul, longing posture. something is missing, just one part.

day 19

fixing the area, preparing the room. clearing the shelves, shifting paraphernalia. only to die.

day 18

dead grass, the red bed of sand, resting in the still basin. the flaxen sun and its power, treats its land with forsaken madness.

day 17

someone led by hate, another with greed. let to a great debate, hungry with need. the two soon find that they are fooled. their previous mind, had fallen to be ruled.

day 16

a life, lived in fear. hesitation and apprehension. quiet lips and a rested mind, could ruin one's paradise.

day 15

I will be the gladdest thing     Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers     And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds     With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass,     And the grass rise. And when lights begin to show     Up from the town, I will mark which must be mine,     And then start down! (Afternoon on a Hill) Edna St. Vincent Millay, (1892 - 1950)

day 14

the manor, sitting in its own glory. although the glory doesn't last forever. its lengthy driveway sits in silence, not used to its previous venture.

day 13

a lemon sun, a blueberry sky. watching the birds, having fun, also wondering, why?

day 12

am i finding myself,

in others?

day 11

highway jam

coffee shop

piano lounge

party

audition

cinema

planetarium

music

quarrel

recollection

film

new life

jazz club

exchanged glance.

day 10

i never did understand the duality of art and reality; a bridge, laced with gold, never crossed afraid, frightened to link the 2 worlds. the human condition is in a state of need a yearn for something greater; making the reality flow into art. portraying an actuality, being perceived by many.

day 9

the old telephone, in the parlor near the couch,

eager to be answered.

a house well loved, a home sustained on comraderie

the telephone had hoped to be answered that day.

its gentle sound rang throughout the silent neighborhood.

the jewish family walked in lines, 

their brown leather bags dropped to the cruel dirt.

their eyes had shown fear, but they were formidable.

their solid spirits were soon broken.

day 8

the grasses sway with the tyrannical wind spears of warmth pierce the meadow the tyrant fights back, only to be put at a rest the meadow remains still.

day 7

slanted branches, in its own perfect. a blood orange core and soul, losing pieces every so often late to bloom, last to leave. an eternal self-actualization, seeing the same place. the repetitive vicinity, ever so changing through its eyes.