Make me your Dream Life

all these insider taggings so when's the next info making it's way on here

idk atm but more music videos and an album trailer manifesting

red is the color of your mouth when you drink rum punch, you like to lie, in yellow sun. they judge me like a picture book, by the colors like they forgot to read you never liked the way I said it, if you don't get it then forget it, cus I don't have to fuckin explain it it's like heaven, taking the place of something evil, and lettin it burn off from the rush / can i get a fuckin hallelujah? Life on Mars ain't just a song and there's no remedy for memory Gargoyles standing at the front of your gate, trying to tell me to wait, but I can't wait to see you. Grenadine sunshine, can you break, this heart of mine? walk in the way of my soft resurrection, Idol of roses, iconic soul, I know your name- Lead me to war with your brilliant direction hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but I have it. as well as the rest of the song baby what's your sign? my moon's in Leo, my Cancer is sun/ it's beautiful, how this deep, normality settles down over me. i'm not bored or unhappy, i'm still so strange and wild! you're in the wind I'm in the water, nobody's son, nobody's daughter suburbia, the Brentwood market, what to do next? maybe we'll love it. washing my hair, doin the laundry late nite tv, i want you only, like when we were kids under chemtrails in country clubs (it's never too late, so baby, don't give up) You're born in December and I'm born in June I was looking for the father I wanted back, and I thought I found it in Brentwood, it seemed only appropriate you'd easily have my back. could we do this dance again? do you think if i go blonde we could get our old love back? i guess this is really the end, I never felt jealous before this year, but I'm jealous now. -the chorus, the writing on Textbook's just impeccable.

Lana's "ok" in AW. it resonates a lot when u realize she's been projected onto for so much about how she's supposed to be, etc. it holds a lot

This album’ll always be special to me, and I think it’s a really good sign that I’m growing past the songs themes that come around from them. Happy

and then the feline screech after, iza mood!

a tour where she announces a new album in the first few shows thru an album trailer as well as releasing songs on streaming platforms as a countdown every few shows in.

it's been a minute but this song lives in my heart

I hope she makes it big. my favorite:

I love threads like these. I love this vibe of a song

I think I just have a pacing/ intellectually curious mind but i went out for a bit and while I was having fun and living through different focuses internally and externally, I had a thought and loved how when you think about it, the juxtaposition but also similarity between Candy Necklace's escape to Grandfather's freedom is just so life-rhythmic to think about. kinda like an ebb to a flow of paces and I love how extrasensory it can feel and be while you're swimming from and in between different focuses. I'm wondering if I'm describing it in a precise capture the moment pov, but I love it. it kinda feels like a well-chosen outfit, or how a friend knows just the right way to make you smile in the moment whew beautiful epiphanies!

Paris, Texas reminds me so much of Call me by your name I wonder if it influenced the song somehow

booty! ❤️

idk what's happening exactly, and I get it people might have affected mental states/ issues but all I know's that this kinda stuff's not healthy. hope she works more w security gets pepper spray etc. cus unfortunately some people can just be

No one’s gonna take my soul away, I’m livin like Jim Morrison. Headed toward’s a fucked up holiday, motel sprees, sprees and I’m singing My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola, my eyes are wide like cherry pies Hello heaven, you are a tunnel lined with yellow lights, on a dark night All roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteries that pump the blood that flows straight to the heart of me America. Will you still love me, when I’m no longer young and beautiful? … when I got nothing, but my aching soul? Got a face like God and a bod like Tron It’s like Camarillo only silver mirrors runnin down the corridor ~ Um. Climb up the H, of the Hollywood sign. In these stolen moments, the world is mine. who am I to sympathize? When no one gave a damn. And so much of Change.

tv in black and white

Every simulation ~ it’s so good so good ~ his vocals are so beautifully sweet, but also just right. I like it

Whenever I see something etc mention Paris, my immediate thought whispers (Texas). The POWER of this album

Oh ur not an insider then huh