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Lana Del Ray Aka Lizzy Grant - Blog Posts
what do you mean i have to go to school for eight hours every day??? wdym I can't just rot in bed and scroll through Tumblr?? wdym I can't sleep all day??
I want to be loved by an older man, not lusted over.
Big, bad, naughty rock star,
Your claws are shinin' bright in the dark
Liftin' up my little red skirt
I know you’ll leave me here in the dirt
So I’ll nod until my neck snaps
Worn down to paper thin skin
And measly shrugs
Traded my glare for a complacent grin
Plastic tea cups for ceramic mugs
Stolen glances for a rehearsed laugh
Soft ice cream for thigh gaps
It seems easier now,
To starve than swallow.
My tongue is raw,
Jagged teeth dug into the muscle
Excuses never slip.
some of my falsies!!
i don't wanna go to school tomorrow !!
why wait for the best when i could have you? - lana del rey
Lana's new magazine⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡
THATS FUCKING REAL?! OH GOD WHAT
OMFG I HATE OLD MEN PRETENDING TO BE TEENAGE GIRLS WHAT THE FUCK
should I do an intro post and face reveal maybe question mark 😸
Recently my spotify has been playing my top songs from 2020-2022 and it PAINS ME TO MY CORE. It’s so crazy that i still know all the lyrics from almost 5- 3 years ago
Is there a song that has the same vibe like Old money??????
Ultraviolence>>>>>>
school is so stupid because wdym i need to wake up at the asscrack of dawn 5 days a week to learn something i’m going to forget the next😀
Demetra x Reader - "The Harvest of Love"
The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow over the fields as you worked, your hands moving with practiced ease through the soil. The season was shifting, the air turning cooler with the promise of fall, and the crops were beginning to show their abundance. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the trees, and in that quiet moment, you felt a presence beside you.
You turned, a smile spreading across your face as you saw her—Demetra, the goddess of the harvest. Her presence was always a soothing one, like the calm before a storm, though she never brought chaos. She stood there, her robes flowing like the soft curves of the earth itself, golden strands of sunlight dancing through her hair.
"How are the fields today, my love?" Demetra asked, her voice like the warmth of a summer afternoon.
You wiped your brow, chuckling. "They’re growing well, thanks to your guidance. You’ve blessed the land so much, I think it may just overflow with grain."
Demetra smiled, a gentle, content smile. "The land responds to care, to love, just as we do."
You stepped closer, your hands brushing hers for a fleeting moment. "I think I’m learning that."
Her eyes softened, her gaze lingering on you. “The earth has a way of teaching us—if we’re open to its wisdom.” She reached up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, the simple touch sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.
"You’ve taught me so much already," you murmured, your heart swelling with affection. The bond you shared with Demetra was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. It wasn't just the beauty of nature, the abundance of the harvest that made her so special; it was her heart, so nurturing, so full of life.
Demetra leaned in slightly, her warm breath brushing against your skin as she whispered, "The true harvest is not in the crops, my dear. It is in the love we grow together."
You felt your chest flutter at the softness in her words. You had always known there was something magical about her—something that went beyond the powers of the earth. It was the way she cared, the way she loved, the way she made everything seem right with the world.
"Would you walk with me?" she asked, her voice inviting.
With a smile, you nodded, taking her hand in yours. Together, you walked through the fields, your fingers intertwined. The air was crisp, and the stars began to twinkle above, the first hint of night settling in. Demetra’s presence was so calming, and you felt at peace by her side, as if the world was just a little more balanced when you were together.
She pointed out the way the moonlight kissed the edges of the wheat, how the harvest would soon be ready, and how the earth’s cycle would continue. As she spoke, you could hear the deep affection she held for the land, for the very soil beneath your feet.
And in that moment, you realized—everything she said, everything she gave, was a gift of love. She was love personified, her essence tied to the very world you walked on. You couldn't imagine a life without her in it.
"Thank you, Demetra," you said softly, the words carrying more meaning than you'd ever expressed before.
She turned to you, her expression soft and knowing. "For what, my love?"
"For being here," you replied, squeezing her hand gently. "For being everything you are. I feel like I am growing with you."
Her smile was all the answer you needed.
And as the moon rose higher in the sky, you and Demetra continued walking through the fields, a perfect pair—rooted to the earth and to each other.
Demetra x Reader - "The Harvest of Love"
The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow over the fields as you worked, your hands moving with practiced ease through the soil. The season was shifting, the air turning cooler with the promise of fall, and the crops were beginning to show their abundance. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the trees, and in that quiet moment, you felt a presence beside you.
You turned, a smile spreading across your face as you saw her—Demetra, the goddess of the harvest. Her presence was always a soothing one, like the calm before a storm, though she never brought chaos. She stood there, her robes flowing like the soft curves of the earth itself, golden strands of sunlight dancing through her hair.
"How are the fields today, my love?" Demetra asked, her voice like the warmth of a summer afternoon.
You wiped your brow, chuckling. "They’re growing well, thanks to your guidance. You’ve blessed the land so much, I think it may just overflow with grain."
Demetra smiled, a gentle, content smile. "The land responds to care, to love, just as we do."
You stepped closer, your hands brushing hers for a fleeting moment. "I think I’m learning that."
Her eyes softened, her gaze lingering on you. “The earth has a way of teaching us—if we’re open to its wisdom.” She reached up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, the simple touch sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.
"You’ve taught me so much already," you murmured, your heart swelling with affection. The bond you shared with Demetra was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. It wasn't just the beauty of nature, the abundance of the harvest that made her so special; it was her heart, so nurturing, so full of life.
Demetra leaned in slightly, her warm breath brushing against your skin as she whispered, "The true harvest is not in the crops, my dear. It is in the love we grow together."
You felt your chest flutter at the softness in her words. You had always known there was something magical about her—something that went beyond the powers of the earth. It was the way she cared, the way she loved, the way she made everything seem right with the world.
"Would you walk with me?" she asked, her voice inviting.
With a smile, you nodded, taking her hand in yours. Together, you walked through the fields, your fingers intertwined. The air was crisp, and the stars began to twinkle above, the first hint of night settling in. Demetra’s presence was so calming, and you felt at peace by her side, as if the world was just a little more balanced when you were together.
She pointed out the way the moonlight kissed the edges of the wheat, how the harvest would soon be ready, and how the earth’s cycle would continue. As she spoke, you could hear the deep affection she held for the land, for the very soil beneath your feet.
And in that moment, you realized—everything she said, everything she gave, was a gift of love. She was love personified, her essence tied to the very world you walked on. You couldn't imagine a life without her in it.
"Thank you, Demetra," you said softly, the words carrying more meaning than you'd ever expressed before.
She turned to you, her expression soft and knowing. "For what, my love?"
"For being here," you replied, squeezing her hand gently. "For being everything you are. I feel like I am growing with you."
Her smile was all the answer you needed.
And as the moon rose higher in the sky, you and Demetra continued walking through the fields, a perfect pair—rooted to the earth and to each other.
yes diva, you are very angel fairy princess, queen of Coney Island, starlet scarlet, put me in a movie, Priscilla Presley, motel 6, queen of the gas station, swan, deer, bunny, Pearl, gangster Nancy Sinatra, Lizzy Grant, miss daytona, man eater, religious imagery, Libson sisters, 2010s, Victoria Secret Angel, Sylvia Plath, twin braids, Diet Coke, ultraviolence, cherry coke, blue eyeshadow, Lolita, barefoot feet in the sand, cherries, mother issues, complicated relationship with religion, coffee and cigarette, Rory Gilmore, retro diners, 60s makeup, Elvis and Priscilla wedding, lace ribbons, complicated relationship with food, girl interrupted coded now please take your meds queen💗
the loot i would drop if i died in a game <3
Why the fuck do i have the SILLIEST personality but the bitchiest resting face.
My professor was teaching but then paused, glared at me and asked me why i was "glaring" at her. Told her that it was my normal resting face but she DID NOT believe me.
