Tag Archive: Lana del Rey


The world has always been a beautiful ever-changing place to live…and also an encompassing womb of stupidity.

You can ignore it, comment on it or hang your poorly worded conclusions to dry out where all and sundry can see.

I’ve read three pages of rant and I see only thoughts with no colours involved or racism.

Contralto darling you are the truest voice yourself for I understand.

I happen to be a total control freak but I’m also submissive and there are moments where all I want is the man and all his problems, awfully sad as they may be.

I love my way of life and there is no caste, tagging or mistreating from others that could make me change my mind.

We – women or men – are all different, we see life with different eyes but we like to group together over something.

The moment you unite to beat a fellow is the moment your movement is dead.

Don’t mind them, really, their voice will die soon enough but truth remains.

No-one has the right to write a rulebook on how to love or to feel.

Be the way you want to, Lana! 🌹

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Tu che non ti arrendi, nemmeno dopo quasi un mese.

Io che ti metto nella black list e quotidianamente vado a leggere le mail che mi scrivi.

La chevrolet darling mogia in garage.

Non riesco a bloccare l’immagine di quella notte e mi viene da piangere.

There’s no hate, painting the life I could have lived and now you share with her.

You wanted this, I don’t understand why you still lie to me.

Merry Xmas & get the fuck out.

Why you make me work so hard
When you know that all I want
Is to make your money grow?
You’re like a baby
Who don’t got nowhere to go
I feel you eyeing me
You keep it on the low

But I can’t let you in
And I can’t keep you out
I wait for life to end
But it never comes around
And I can’t hear you call
And I can’t hear me shout

I wait for it to break
But it never comes around

And I’m lonely
Feeling like I’m falling apart

E queste notti.

Dalle 9 a chissà che ora del primo mattino.

Take out a lato del notebook, tu che mi racconti qualsiasi ed ogni possibile cosa che possa farmi ridere come una matta e farmi andare la Cola su per il naso.

I tuoi occhi che mi sorridono mentre lavoriamo al tavolo.

La sigaretta che fila fumo nella stessa mano che ha guidato la chevrolet darling.

Potrei ferire per non perdere queste notti, Ti.

Eppure…

Fräulein, did you think about that job?

Yeah. I am actually.

Oh…

And you say nothing else.

There are things I want to say to you but I’ll just let you live. [LDR-NFR!]

The mood I get when lackin sleep.

The thoughts I’m having out of the blue.

My legs hurtin’ going up roads that I knew so well.

Working something new, scared shitless.

I need new roads to travel even if I don’t like to stray.

At this rate Christmas will only be a day of December in the calendar.

A new project, no more writing nights.

Seeing Ti less, not really caring much.

Still…

Secondo ascolto, mentre lavoro e cerco di non addormentarmi.. @@

Ok, il nuovo disco è sì e no passabile ma non una punta di diamante…si può ascoltare così ma non mi prende come Ultraviolence…quello mi è entrato nel cuore cavolo!

Forse è meglio se metto su gli AC/DC o qui finisce che non combino niente oggi…

Immagine.jpgWhat is she still waiting for?

The fucking end of this world?

This is just NOT funny, you little bastard… xD

Blue hydrangea

cold cash divine

Cashmere cologne

and white sunshine…

LDR

You know, when I see one I always think about my Grandma’s.

Enormous flowers bigger than a man’s head, bushes tall as a full wall…

I always wondered if you could build mazes with them…

Still so blue…so intrinsically beautiful! ❤

Oh,

Those shades leaden with so near blinding sun heat.

Black asphalt to run on carefree.

Me double mirrored on his sunglasses.

No places to be.

Sand under my naked feet.

Sweet smelling jasmine and ice-mint whiskeys.

My big dark blue straw hat, yes just the one that gives me that 30s diva look and he always fingers up to watch my eyes.

And that road never-ending under a sky so blue.

I was just so happy in those 3 days, Ti.

The sea scent lingering, the torches still lit and the laughter ringing in my ears.

“Are you daydreaming, Fräulein?”

“What if I do?”

“Keep your dreams close.”

I just smile, tightening my hold on his hand.

“I think I shall.”

This one is not so bad at least there’s a theme in it…but a bit more rhythm and a shorter title, contralto darling? xD

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