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aliverockstr · 2 days
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I’m your little sparkle jump rope Queen
I’m your little sparkle
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cocaineheartz · 1 year
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chose your last words, this is the last time
‘cause you and i, we were born to die
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fawnangel555 · 2 months
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henryrocky · 1 year
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               —   𝖻𝗒 ;  𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺   ♡  //  ׅ 🍒 ̸︎ ִ   
    𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖽, 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗒. ⋆•̩̩͙ ✩ 𖦹 ⋆•̩̩͙ . <𝟹 ✩ ˛˚.  (  𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖾  )  ⤶
     ♥︎      🦢   ·   𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇, 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾.. 𝗂 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎.  —  𝖻𝗒 ; 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺.
      ﹙🌙﹚     𝖧𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾, 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒..   ! ¡    ִ ✰  — 𝖻𝗒 ; 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺
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esotericjane · 6 months
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creds : me 🐇
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newwavesylviaplath · 17 days
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lana del rey via her instagram story (16/05/24)
p.s omfg she looks so good also i would kill for that set
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honeymoonl4dy · 5 months
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my sparrow blue
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angels-pulse · 25 days
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bout it ❤︎
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dollyclipse · 3 months
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Wdym you dont like me? Im the sweetest girl in town 𑁥౿ 
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lilacheavenbby · 8 days
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fawnangel555 · 2 months
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bunnydolli3esw0rld · 7 months
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maddieloveslit · 2 months
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promsong-gonewrong · 2 months
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Never Let Me Go - Lana Del Rey x Fem!Reader
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Lana had never wanted to know someone more. 
All around, hot bodies smothered in glitter and sweat swarmed close to her, but she paid no mind. Lana kept a cold cup of alcohol close to her lips, slowly sipping as to not lose her consciousness too fast tonight. Sure, normally she would have downed her first few drinks hours ago but tonight was different. The red liquid was bitter and she didn’t care much for it anyway, so why get drunk at some stupid party she didn’t even want to be at? 
The music, awful, but still somewhat socially acceptable circled Lana’s brain. She didn’t feel like dancing three hours ago and she sure as hell wouldn’t now. 
She shakes her head at yet another stranger's offer to dance. He rolls his eyes, shoving his way past her. “Fuck you,” she whispers, a small smile on her face. Another sip of her drink and Lana presses even further into the corner she’s confined herself into. The only reason she’s really still here is because of you, and the slight chance she may get to talk to you. 
God, she didn’t even know you! But she wanted to. She wanted to know everything. 
And yeah, Lana could tell you had a boyfriend but she really didn’t care right now. She was annoyed at everything, and your boyfriend's possessive arm around your waist was really starting to piss her off. And it wasn’t just the arm that would grab you tighter every time a new guy walked close to you. 
It was also the way he hadn’t even looked at you all night, the multiple tears that'd fallen from your eyes, the meaningless fights you’d had before you even walked through these doors with him…
You were also nursing your first drink, but looked completely numb from Lana’s point of view. Your melancholy features caught her eye immediately, and she hadn’t thought about anything else since she’d arrived. You in that blue dress with a small white cardigan. Your perfectly curled hair and watery eyes. 
Lana slowly bites her bottom lip, a small smile inching its way onto her face. You had finally noticed her back. She quickly glances to the floor, then immediately back to you, satisfied to see that your eyes never left her. 
To her confusion, you quickly wipe your face with your hand and shake your boyfriend’s grip off of you, disappearing into the large crowd. Lana loses sight of you quickly, and decides to find you before your now very angry boyfriend does. 
She sees a flash of a white cardigan heading for the bathroom and darts to the location as fast as her legs can take her, only moving faster when she hears the door slam loudly. The loud music and shouting of voices around her only gives her more of a reason to twist the doorknob open, startling you. 
“Sorry, I just-” Lana begins, out of breath. Her hazel eyes inspect you up and down. Tissues are gripped tightly in your hand, bunched up to your nose. Your eyes are slightly widened at her arrival, and you quickly try and clean yourself up. 
“It’s okay,” you say, voice slightly cracked. You clear your throat, throwing out the tissues in your hand into a small black garbage can near your feet. The bathroom is small and grubby, horribly reeking of smoke. “You’ve been watching me all night,” you break the silence, slightly raising your eyebrows at her. Lana backs up slightly, she didn’t expect such a bold statement from you.
Lana nervously bites her lip again, and she can feel her heartbeat in her warm face. “He’s a fucking idiot. You’re so-” Lana shakes her head, trying to find the words. “You just, fuck, I don’t know, I don’t,” Lana mumbles, more embarrassed than she’d like to admit. She should probably just leave now and save whatever dignity she had left. She had been watching you all night and now couldn’t say anything to your perfect face. “I don’t know you. But I know you deserve to be treated better…” Painfully, she dares to glance back at you, and is relieved to find you wearing a slight smile. 
“Thank you.”
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Lana’s apartment is noticeably small but immediately brings you a sense of comfort you’ve been missing for several months. Two black cats come running up to her as she closes her door, and she excitedly whispers sweet nothings to them as you get a closer look around. Loose sheets of music and papers and messily stacked on her countertop and desks, but the rest of the apartment is fairly clean, illuminated by soft yellow lights. 
“Nothin’ special” Lana says, a grin on her face is evident in her voice. You take off your shoes and place them neatly by her door.
“I love it,” you whisper, truthfully. 
Lana watches carefully as you remove your white cardigan and place it on one of her kitchen chairs. Your pale blue dress moves with you as you step into her living room, admiring the furniture and music collection as Lana admires you from afar, once again. You were already noticeably brighter than you had been less than an hour ago. She’s grateful you left with her tonight, accepting her offer, instead of going back to him.
You were so cool, so graceful, so effortlessly elegant. Lana didn’t know what she was doing or what this meant for you both. 
“You’re so pretty…” 
You turn your gaze back to Lana, blushing from her compliment. 
“I’ve never…” Lana pauses reluctantly, starting to walk over to you. “I’ve never done this. I don’t know what I’m doing with you.” Lana hides her face in her hands from your gentle smile. 
“I don’t know either,” you whisper. Your hands lightly take hold of her wrists, slowly pulling them off of her face and intertwining your hands with hers. “Have you ever been with…” you trail off as Lana nods quickly. She closes her eyes at your simple touch of leisurely trailing your fingers down her wrists and arms. Lana gasps softly as your fingertips gently circle the insides of her arm. 
“What about him?” Lana’s eyes remain closed as she asks the question. You take in her pretty features while the thought of your sorry excuse of a boyfriend comes to mind. 
“What about him?” You repeat her question, teasingly. Lana laughs, eyes crinkling. Her smile fades as you get closer to her, her nerves evident in the way she squeezes your arm slightly.
“I don’t know what to say to you.” Lana’s big eyes bore into yours, looking for an answer that you give. Slowly leaning in, you press a soft kiss to Lana’s lips, hands sliding down her arms. She immediately kisses you back, parting her mouth onto yours. You whisper against her,
“You don’t have to say anything…”
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