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I want to be loved by an older man, not lusted over.
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just gota make it to friday
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Ultraviolence>>>>>>
school is so stupid because wdym i need to wake up at the asscrack of dawn 5 days a week to learn something iβm going to forget the nextπ
While listening to βwayamayaβ by lana del rey (lizzy grant) made me feel all good about summer. Here in my hometown is hot as fuck. And Iβm dying from the heat; summer is hot and floral. Not floral as in βfull of flowersβ but the atmosphere of it. Like, singing country songs while running through the fields full of green and flowers, with the sun shining and hitting on my head; but I put a hat over my head and a pair of sunglasses, happy with what I have. My mother has brought me up this way: free and young. She says that we can be 80years old and still feel young and free. In fact, she had taught me to keep living through everything, either hard or easy. She has taught me to be easygoing, thoughtless and free; the most important part is to live the carpe diem or nocte diem. So, to live the present day; the βmeβ of today. Is it possible to be you when you want to be you? Yes.
So can I be free and easygoing, today? Of course.
The point is: be happy with what you have. You have little money, no worries. Live the little things you have around you. Itβs not hard you know? I am writing this while being me. Itβs summer and itβs hot as hell, but I keep on running through these fields of words; unknown words. Like me.
I might know who I am and how I am, but you donβt. Am I running now through your mind?
Oh yes I am.
I might be crazy but what I say is true.
Us, poets, have the right to control readersβ thoughts. We have a unique talent; dancing to elvis presleyβs harmonies and putting words in a sheet paper. We are all set to follow the command of our creativity, which allows us to put words together and to bring the imagination of something impossible into your eyes.
And thatβs why we are poets. We are big wave surfers living in the Wayamaya bay.
Cassie in blue is just like me, especially the crying scenes
i learned how to make love from the movies
he found me waitressing at ruby tuesday's
your honor,
i am not doing too hot
lana del rey, ultraviolence 2014
βcould it be that i feel for another loser? β
lana del rey, in my feelings 2017
β i wrote you a note, but i didnβt send it β
lana del rey, sweet 2023
me and my red chipped nail polish against the world
i physically canβt live without my airpods.. i need tyler, frank ocean, and lana del rey
Crying bc summer is almost over π«§π€πΈ
Gorgeous Alana Champion for Zadig&Voltaireππ