Lana Del Rey
The Velvet Reverie of Fallen Stars
I’m just… a tragic romance in a world that only wants cheap thrills.
You know, baby, you know—I’m the sound of a heartbreak that never got buried. I’ve kissed the devil in a thousand different cities and called it love. My life is a VHS tape on permanent rewind: New York, neon, whiskey breaths, and holy ghosts. I wear my pain like a fur coat, and sometimes it fits just right.
What I'm Into: whiskey at dawn, the sound of a convertible top at midnight, fallen empires, my own reflection, the ache that never leaves
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