Lana How I Hate Those Guys - Tumblr Posts

I dont know what this aesthetic is but it's SO PRETTY! Like I usually don't like whites and stuff, but this.

This is my type shi

I wish I was a porcelain doll.

Have you really?

Yall why did all the adults at the family function say "oh get your kid" and stuff when the children are crying??

THEY ARE NOT MY KIDS?! THEY ARE YOURS!

I'm so confused

But they are cute and I do love them.

I Died for Beauty

-Emily Dickinson

I died for beauty-but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room-

He questioned softly "Why I failed"? 'For Beauty,'' I replied- "And I--for Truth-Themself are One- We Brethren,are,' He said-

And so, as Kinsmen met a Night- We talked between the Rooms- Until the Moss had reached our lips-- And covered up-our names

That's girlhood

Brooklyn Baby

-Lana Del Rey

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

They say I'm too young to love you

I don't know what I need

They think I don't understand

The freedom land of the seventies

I think I'm too cool to know ya

You say I'm like the ice, I freeze

I'm churnin' out novels like

Beat poetry on Amphetamines

I say

I say

Well, my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get down to Beat poetry

And my jazz collection's rare

I can play most anything

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da

Pa-ta-da-da-da-da

They say I'm too young to love you

They say I'm too dumb to see

They judge me like a picture book

By the colors, like they forgot to read

I think we're like fire and water

I think we're like the wind and sea

You're burnin' up, I'm coolin' down

You're up, I'm down

You're blind, I see

But I'm free, ooh-ooh

I'm free

Well, my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get down to Beat poetry

And my jazz collection's rare

I can play most anything

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm talking about my generation

Talking about that newer nation

And if you don't like it, you can beat it

Beat it, baby

You never liked the way I said it

If you don't get it, then forget it

'Cause I don't have to fuckin' explain it

And my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get high on hydroponic weed

And my jazz collection's rare

I get down to Beat poetry

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

Pa-da-pa-pa, pa-de-da

Te-de-de, da-da-ah

Ooh-ooh, woah

Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool

But he's not as cool as me

'Cause I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

Pa-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da, baby

Ah-ta-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da, baby

Pa-da-da-da-da-da

Pa-pa-da-pa-da, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Playing Dangerous

-lana del rey

Officer officer

Officer

Everybody knows I'm a good girl, officer

No, I wouldn't do a thing like that

That's for sure

The house was already on fire

I swear I'm not a liar (Officer)

Well, I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine

Thanks for asking

Tell me, do you always work alone so late?

(Officer) gosh, I'm a little shy standing

Here in my nightgown​

Do you really have to put

Those tight handcuffs on?

Looking at me, then suddenly

Officer officer

Officer

Let's get in the back of your cop car

Officer

You can ask me anything you want, anything

Anything do you have a girl? I don't

See a ring on your finger

Well that's interesting

Have you ever thought of dating a singer?

The flames are getting higher, so's my desire

It's kind of exciting, don't you think?

Then suddenly he's uncuffing me

If you can't stand the heat

Then stay out of the fire

You might get what you desire, boy

Love is strange sometimes it makes you crazy

It can burn or break you

If you can't stand the heat

Then stay out of the fire

You might get what you desire, boy

Love is strange sometimes it makes you crazy

It can burn or break you down

I'm in love, I'm in love lovin' hurricane

I'm in love, I'm in love love in a hurricane

I've been bad, I've been wrong

Playing a dangerous game

I'm in love, I'm in love

Lovin' hurricane, hurricane, hurricane

mood

me as soon as i leave this school, country:

this is me writing in my diary after ugly crying (no one is forgiven and i'm way more dramatic)

credit: @/ldrgirl444 (pinterest)

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