Lana Del Rey - Blog Posts

𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒊’𝒎 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕

i wish i had friends

i hate my friends

i don't wanna go to school tomorrow !!

why wait for the best when i could have you? - lana del rey

me !

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Lana's new magazine⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡

THATS FUCKING REAL?! OH GOD WHAT

OMFG I HATE OLD MEN PRETENDING TO BE TEENAGE GIRLS WHAT THE FUCK

hi if you offer to be my male friend don't fucking hit on me or try to get my nudes right after thanks you're not funny

LANA DEL REY

AHHHH i love trash magic. 🫶🫶🫶

another day has passed and I still miss jfk. rip sexy.

bobby girl back UP 😭😭😭 it is okay calm down please girl opps haven’t got him yet it’s okay 💔💔

call me monica lewinsky cause oh. oh jack. jack you beautiful specimen.

Intro post ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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✿ call me jack!!

✿ lesbian, I love my gf

✿ I love all things vintage!! specifically :

The Kennedys ( Bobby is my favorite! )

Old Hollywood (40s-50s) I love Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, James Dean, Gregory Peck, etc etc!

Old musicians like Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Buddy Holly, Johnny Cash, Elvis, etc! also a huge Lana fan clearly

✿ My hobbies include :

drawing (specifically clone high ocs, one of my fav shows!)

listening to music of course

collecting!! (barbies, memorabilia, vintage collectables)

writing fanfiction (I take requests :3)

kennedyposting and girlblogging 😜😜😜

✿ DNI :

republicans…

any ana accounts

people that ship the kennedys together. EW!!!

✿ I don’t really have many boundaries on here, just please no creepy behavior obviously. I’m always open to conversation, I’m very chatty! feel free to talk to me whenever, I promise I don’t bite

✿ other random things I love :

one direction

selena quintanilla

sharon tate

once upon a time in hollywood

valley of the dolls

chanel no.5 perfume

the beatles

leonard cohen

and plenty of other stuff I probably just forgot :D

and last but not least, here’s me!!! 🌹🌹

should I do an intro post and face reveal maybe question mark 😸

he has the same effects on me as a lingering black mold infestation in my house would

Is there a song that has the same vibe like Old money??????

Ultraviolence>>>>>>

school is so stupid because wdym i need to wake up at the asscrack of dawn 5 days a week to learn something i’m going to forget the next😀

Demetra x Reader - "The Harvest of Love"

The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow over the fields as you worked, your hands moving with practiced ease through the soil. The season was shifting, the air turning cooler with the promise of fall, and the crops were beginning to show their abundance. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the trees, and in that quiet moment, you felt a presence beside you.

You turned, a smile spreading across your face as you saw her—Demetra, the goddess of the harvest. Her presence was always a soothing one, like the calm before a storm, though she never brought chaos. She stood there, her robes flowing like the soft curves of the earth itself, golden strands of sunlight dancing through her hair.

"How are the fields today, my love?" Demetra asked, her voice like the warmth of a summer afternoon.

You wiped your brow, chuckling. "They’re growing well, thanks to your guidance. You’ve blessed the land so much, I think it may just overflow with grain."

Demetra smiled, a gentle, content smile. "The land responds to care, to love, just as we do."

You stepped closer, your hands brushing hers for a fleeting moment. "I think I’m learning that."

Her eyes softened, her gaze lingering on you. “The earth has a way of teaching us—if we’re open to its wisdom.” She reached up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, the simple touch sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

"You’ve taught me so much already," you murmured, your heart swelling with affection. The bond you shared with Demetra was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. It wasn't just the beauty of nature, the abundance of the harvest that made her so special; it was her heart, so nurturing, so full of life.

Demetra leaned in slightly, her warm breath brushing against your skin as she whispered, "The true harvest is not in the crops, my dear. It is in the love we grow together."

You felt your chest flutter at the softness in her words. You had always known there was something magical about her—something that went beyond the powers of the earth. It was the way she cared, the way she loved, the way she made everything seem right with the world.

"Would you walk with me?" she asked, her voice inviting.

With a smile, you nodded, taking her hand in yours. Together, you walked through the fields, your fingers intertwined. The air was crisp, and the stars began to twinkle above, the first hint of night settling in. Demetra’s presence was so calming, and you felt at peace by her side, as if the world was just a little more balanced when you were together.

She pointed out the way the moonlight kissed the edges of the wheat, how the harvest would soon be ready, and how the earth’s cycle would continue. As she spoke, you could hear the deep affection she held for the land, for the very soil beneath your feet.

And in that moment, you realized—everything she said, everything she gave, was a gift of love. She was love personified, her essence tied to the very world you walked on. You couldn't imagine a life without her in it.

"Thank you, Demetra," you said softly, the words carrying more meaning than you'd ever expressed before.

She turned to you, her expression soft and knowing. "For what, my love?"

"For being here," you replied, squeezing her hand gently. "For being everything you are. I feel like I am growing with you."

Her smile was all the answer you needed.

And as the moon rose higher in the sky, you and Demetra continued walking through the fields, a perfect pair—rooted to the earth and to each other.

“One day I’ll grow wings and learn to fly. To be free.”