salvatore

the way she dropped this then left for going on 4 days now with no real information as to what the fuck this was

thank u i hope others share the same luv

i want to pour goats blood over her white cotton-blend adidas clothing and toss a cake mixer on high into her extensions to tangle them and unleash the braincells being contained by her nasta almond milk conditioner

It's from summertime sadness

no word for her girlfriend of 8 years though

(One, two) You don't ever have to Be stronger than you really are When you're lying in my arms Baby You don’t ever have to Go faster than your fastest pace Or faster than my fastest cars I shouldn't have done it, but I read it in your letter You said to a friend that you wish you were doing better I wanted to reach out, but I never said a thing I shouldn't have done it, but I read it in your letter You said to a friend that you wish you were doing better I wanted to call you, but I didn't say a thing (Two, three, four) Oh I'll pick you up If you come back to America Just hit me up 'Cause this is crazy love I’ll catch you on the flipside If you come back to California You should just hit me up We'll do whatever you want Travel wherever, how far We'll hit up all the old places We'll have a party We'll dance 'til dawn I'll pick up all of your Vogues and all of your Rolling Stones Your favourite liquor off the top-shelf I'll throw a party All night long You don't ever have to Be stronger than you really are When you're lying in my arms & honey You don't ever have to Act cooler than you think you should You're brighter than the brightest stars You're scared to win Scared to lose I've heard the war was over if you really choose The one in and around you You hate the heat You got the blues You're changing like the weather, oh, that's so like you The Santa Ana moves you (two, three, four) Oh I'll pick you up If you come back to America Just hit me up 'Cause this is crazy love I’ll catch you on the flipside If you come back to California You should just hit me up We'll do whatever you want Travel wherever, how far We'll hit up all the old places We'll have a party We'll dance 'til dawn I'll pick up all of your Vogues and all of your Rolling Stones Your favourite liquor off the top-shelf I'll throw a party All night long Oh I'll pick you up If you come back to America Just hit me up 'Cause this is crazy love I’ll catch you on the flipside If you come back to California You should just hit me up

i want to end myself

if you love a song w ur heart, no matter how short the snippet is, itll never age.

shut it you obese hydrogen feral cat

her sun is my moon is ur rising bitch

give me ur palm and spit sample and i can make ur life the same way my child

i think im gonna listen to the record for the first time somewhere in a woodsy somewhere area, with me decked out, all in neon, some reylon, some nylon, some fur coats and acrylic sunglasses. the kicker? oh, aha thaknks for wondering sweetpea; the suave smooth kicker is that i will be hanging upside down from the trees, being strung by my own hair and fingertips as my skin stretches out twice, maybe even quadrice it's size ahaha i will be nothing but a sheet of fau-xfur lined skin tissue and hair follicle. the next twist? gasoline. i'm sipping it through an LED light up swurvy straw from the local gas station. mhmmm baby that's right, a straw straight taped into a fuel pump at the local Shell Station, picture that, me, being hung out to dry like a freshly washed linen, in my fur and neon, sipping on, wait no- drowinging ahaha in gasoline before i reach the first song, in which a flame is lit, this flame u ask? yeah it's being lit by a local homeless man i paid off to help me in my systemic rebukavacation for total enlightenment given my current circumstances ahaha sounds kinda hot and flamey, wouldn't u agree cutie? so once i reach the specific song anyeveryone is waiting for i bite into a flint stone myself, sparking it inside my mouth like puff the magic dragon with his thick, dummy thick scales and cheeks striking together to make his dummy thicc cheeks smack the cobblestone, except it's my shark-born implanted teeth striking a flint stone inside my then-dehydrated mouth, in the woods, sipping on gasoline still at this point; once the sparks hit the inner cevices of my grand canyon sedimentary tongue norman fucking rockwe

this is what trash pussy look like

this what good pussy looks like

first of all, i think the last portion of the record is incredibly strong; the practical titular/thematic track that holds the album title + general motifs of night terrors and unprocessed emotions/suppressed feelings is from bury a friend; the lead in to ilomilo is nice, the name ilomilo stands out- the reference to the game is pretty much just about separation - it's the predecessor to the "sentence triad" that ends the album ,etc. it's in the right spot the bells and ringings in ilomilo just set off this lack of comfort, it's darker n more nocturnal which i love in songs, there's a palpable sense of urgency and anxiety when there isn't much reason to have them & i respond to it a lot. it makes me feel so nervous and panicky n hits a memory from when i felt like it and separation anxiety is sumn i relate to wit a lot. ilomilo sonically and lyrically is the best on the album for me

ranking: 1. ilomilo 2. i love you 3. bad guy 4. listen before i go 5. bury a friend 6. wish you were gay 7. xanny 8. when the party's over 9. my strange addiction 10. all the good girls go to hell 11. 8 12. goodbye 13. you should see me in a crown 14. !!!

the piece of space metal i use as a therapist: poorly cropped elizabeth posing as lana isn't real, it can't hurt u poorly cropped elizaebth posing as lana:

That's not for us to know.

do it for yosemite instead of the hillsong attendnig matcha drinking f*ghag persona of lana

what the fuck did you just fucking say to me you little rat? you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the YosemiSeals, and I’ve been involved in secret raids on Lana's harddrive, and I have over 300 confirmed kills and over 10,000 confirmed spells. I am trained in gorilla warfare and illegal skinning tactics and I’m the top surveyor and cultist in the entire global armed forces of Yosemite. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my words. You think you can get away with saying shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my network of spies and cultists across the universe and your IP and digital membrane and time-coiled legacy is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life and afterlives. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands and twenty three tendrils. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Yosemite Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your ass off the face of the perceivable plane of the universe, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your tongue. You didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

actually sweetie her best song is from 2016 and remains unbothered and pristine so bug off muah

is april for the nuns too my lord

so UV also went through noted changes? inchresting Honeymoon stays the most concise, consistent, and best album from the jump

i want a viral tweet they want what we have . nothing