Ugh.
lana del rey
“Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone wires above, all sizzling like a snare
Honey I’m on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore.”
My favorite thing ever is when he brushes my hair after spanking me or fucking me. It’s this special little quiet time we have together, where we can just be tender and intimate.
Lana is what Sweetheart wants to be when she’s a big girl.
Um. I am a big girl. Sheesh.
Jennifer Lawrence kissing Lana del Rey
SIR. SIR. SIR. SIR.
Edit: Sir has informed me that this is actually not Jennifer Lawrence, but Lana del Rey’s sister. Sigh and whaaaat?
He calls me his Queen of Coney Island.
The way you play with me like a child.
Goodbye, summer.
It used to bother me that he said I reminded him of her. It was based on looks, he insisted, and that I was a much less plastic-looking version.
But, ugh, as much as I hate to admit it, she’s really grown on me.