vitriolkisses

also i think the album will be 12-16 tracks with half of them having features. we know lizzo, christine and troye will be on the album but i think king princess and clairo will probably be featured as well. i really want features from grimes, sky, robyn and yung lean tho...

after liking a couple of posts on here i decided it was finally time to give my two cents on miss lana. funny enough, it was actually my sister who introduced me to her music. i was dazzled by this girl and i could not get enough of her. btd opened me up to so many new sounds and was instrumental in my appreciation of music as an actual art form.
i have so many memories that are linked to her music both good and bad (just like a big chunk of y’all). i’ll never forget the times i went to pick up my sister from college with my dad at night and having born to die play in the background. that winter break when i did nothing but put the album on repeat and incessantly attempt to beat my facebook friends’ subway surfers scores (lol). paradise ep made its way into my ears on a road trip i went on with my mom and sister, and coincidentally it is one of the only days i remember being truly, genuinely, stupidly happy.
 
the ultraviolence era came around at a time where i was coming to terms with a rude awakening that had hit me like a truck, something that i already knew was there but refused to acknowledge simply because of shame and fear. i know thematically ultraviolence has absolutely nothing to do with sexual identity but it was the album that convinced me that love was universal and that maybe one day i would be able to relate to brooklyn baby; to have a guy feel as strongly as i felt for him, a person that would appreciate me for who i was (with flaws and all) and would not expect me to do the impossible. that someone who would lift me up while simultaneously celebrating my independence, making it feel like it was just us against the world, a match made in heaven composed of two individuals of the same caliber.
 
2015 is a very tainted year for me, stained by my parents’ divorce and moving away to a new city which meant starting high school without my longtime friends. eventually my sister moved out and got married, making me feel like i had lost my partner in crime. i had a hard time making new friends the first few months, even communicating with my own mother was getting difficult. and yet honeymoon was there for me, almost like a lullaby my own mother would sing to console me after a nightmare. this is gonna sound so childish but sometimes i thought lana was like a guardian angel () because it was as if she knew i was going through a rough patch and tried to help in her own little way.
 
even after inevitably growing out of her music, i will always hold lana and her work in high regard. even if i discover new artists and proceed to fall in and out of love with them, lana will always have a special place in my heart. now i’m not daft and i am aware that people grow and change but it saddens me to see how she’s turned into almost a complete stranger with hints of elizabeth showing up from time to time. she reminds me of that one dear friend you had a falling out or just simply lost touch with, and regardless of distance or who they’re surrounding themselves with, you can’t help but still wish them the best in life because of how significant they once were to you. i wholeheartedly apologize for how lengthy this got, i guess i just i held this in for a long time because i was afraid i was going to sound like one of those fans who are constantly complaining. i’m glad to see i’m not the only one who has noticed that the spark that made her one of a kind has partially fizzled out, if not completely.

indeed! it's all making sense now

I’m glad you caught this one, very good observation.
I hope you also caught “because you’re young, you’re wild, you queef. You ask for albums out of me, you’re fucking crazy!”

after liking a couple of posts on here i decided it was finally time to give my two cents on miss lana. funny enough, it was actually my sister who introduced me to her music. i was dazzled by this girl and i could not get enough of her. btd opened me up to so many new sounds and was instrumental in my appreciation of music as an actual art form.
i have so many memories that are linked to her music both good and bad (just like a big chunk of y’all). i’ll never forget the times i went to pick up my sister from college with my dad at night and having born to die play in the background. that winter break when i did nothing but put the album on repeat and incessantly attempt to beat my facebook friends’ subway surfers scores (lol). paradise ep made its way into my ears on a road trip i went on with my mom and sister, and coincidentally it is one of the only days i remember being truly, genuinely, stupidly happy.
 
the ultraviolence era came around at a time where i was coming to terms with a rude awakening that had hit me like a truck, something that i already knew was there but refused to acknowledge simply because of shame and fear. i know thematically ultraviolence has absolutely nothing to do with sexual identity but it was the album that convinced me that love was universal and that maybe one day i would be able to relate to brooklyn baby; to have a guy feel as strongly as i felt for him, a person that would appreciate me for who i was (with flaws and all) and would not expect me to do the impossible. that someone who would lift me up while simultaneously celebrating my independence, making it feel like it was just us against the world, a match made in heaven composed of two individuals of the same caliber.
 
2015 is a very tainted year for me, stained by my parents’ divorce and moving away to a new city which meant starting high school without my longtime friends. eventually my sister moved out and got married, making me feel like i had lost my partner in crime. i had a hard time making new friends the first few months, even communicating with my own mother was getting difficult. and yet honeymoon was there for me, almost like a lullaby my own mother would sing to console me after a nightmare. this is gonna sound so childish but sometimes i thought lana was like a guardian angel () because it was as if she knew i was going through a rough patch and tried to help in her own little way.
 
even after inevitably growing out of her music, i will always hold lana and her work in high regard. even if i discover new artists and proceed to fall in and out of love with them, lana will always have a special place in my heart. now i’m not daft and i am aware that people grow and change but it saddens me to see how she’s turned into almost a complete stranger with hints of elizabeth showing up from time to time. she reminds me of that one dear friend you had a falling out or just simply lost touch with, and regardless of distance or who they’re surrounding themselves with, you can’t help but still wish them the best in life because of how significant they once were to you. i wholeheartedly apologize for how lengthy this got, i guess i just i held this in for a long time because i was afraid i was going to sound like one of those fans who are constantly complaining. i’m glad to see i’m not the only one who has noticed that the spark that made her one of a kind has partially fizzled out, if not completely.

after liking a couple of posts on here i decided it was finally time to give my two cents on miss lana. funny enough, it was actually my sister who introduced me to her music. i was dazzled by this girl and i could not get enough of her. btd opened me up to so many new sounds and was instrumental in my appreciation of music as an actual art form.
i have so many memories that are linked to her music both good and bad (just like a big chunk of y’all). i’ll never forget the times i went to pick up my sister from college with my dad at night and having born to die play in the background. that winter break when i did nothing but put the album on repeat and incessantly attempt to beat my facebook friends’ subway surfers scores (lol). paradise ep made its way into my ears on a road trip i went on with my mom and sister, and coincidentally it is one of the only days i remember being truly, genuinely, stupidly happy.
 
the ultraviolence era came around at a time where i was coming to terms with a rude awakening that had hit me like a truck, something that i already knew was there but refused to acknowledge simply because of shame and fear. i know thematically ultraviolence has absolutely nothing to do with sexual identity but it was the album that convinced me that love was universal and that maybe one day i would be able to relate to brooklyn baby; to have a guy feel as strongly as i felt for him, a person that would appreciate me for who i was (with flaws and all) and would not expect me to do the impossible. that someone who would lift me up while simultaneously celebrating my independence, making it feel like it was just us against the world, a match made in heaven composed of two individuals of the same caliber.
 
2015 is a very tainted year for me, stained by my parents’ divorce and moving away to a new city which meant starting high school without my longtime friends. eventually my sister moved out and got married, making me feel like i had lost my partner in crime. i had a hard time making new friends the first few months, even communicating with my own mother was getting difficult. and yet honeymoon was there for me, almost like a lullaby my own mother would sing to console me after a nightmare. this is gonna sound so childish but sometimes i thought lana was like a guardian angel () because it was as if she knew i was going through a rough patch and tried to help in her own little way.
 
even after inevitably growing out of her music, i will always hold lana and her work in high regard. even if i discover new artists and proceed to fall in and out of love with them, lana will always have a special place in my heart. now i’m not daft and i am aware that people grow and change but it saddens me to see how she’s turned into almost a complete stranger with hints of elizabeth showing up from time to time. she reminds me of that one dear friend you had a falling out or just simply lost touch with, and regardless of distance or who they’re surrounding themselves with, you can’t help but still wish them the best in life because of how significant they once were to you. i wholeheartedly apologize for how lengthy this got, i guess i just i held this in for a long time because i was afraid i was going to sound like one of those fans who are constantly complaining. i’m glad to see i’m not the only one who has noticed that the spark that made her one of a kind has partially fizzled out, if not completely.

A waiting today

it's crazy how that girl indiana sounds exactly like banks jfnjnfks

after liking a couple of posts on here i decided it was finally time to give my two cents on miss lana. funny enough, it was actually my sister who introduced me to her music. i was dazzled by this girl and i could not get enough of her. btd opened me up to so many new sounds and was instrumental in my appreciation of music as an actual art form.
i have so many memories that are linked to her music both good and bad (just like a big chunk of y’all). i’ll never forget the times i went to pick up my sister from college with my dad at night and having born to die play in the background. that winter break when i did nothing but put the album on repeat and incessantly attempt to beat my facebook friends’ subway surfers scores (lol). paradise ep made its way into my ears on a road trip i went on with my mom and sister, and coincidentally it is one of the only days i remember being truly, genuinely, stupidly happy.
 
the ultraviolence era came around at a time where i was coming to terms with a rude awakening that had hit me like a truck, something that i already knew was there but refused to acknowledge simply because of shame and fear. i know thematically ultraviolence has absolutely nothing to do with sexual identity but it was the album that convinced me that love was universal and that maybe one day i would be able to relate to brooklyn baby; to have a guy feel as strongly as i felt for him, a person that would appreciate me for who i was (with flaws and all) and would not expect me to do the impossible. that someone who would lift me up while simultaneously celebrating my independence, making it feel like it was just us against the world, a match made in heaven composed of two individuals of the same caliber.
 
2015 is a very tainted year for me, stained by my parents’ divorce and moving away to a new city which meant starting high school without my longtime friends. eventually my sister moved out and got married, making me feel like i had lost my partner in crime. i had a hard time making new friends the first few months, even communicating with my own mother was getting difficult. and yet honeymoon was there for me, almost like a lullaby my own mother would sing to console me after a nightmare. this is gonna sound so childish but sometimes i thought lana was like a guardian angel () because it was as if she knew i was going through a rough patch and tried to help in her own little way.
 
even after inevitably growing out of her music, i will always hold lana and her work in high regard. even if i discover new artists and proceed to fall in and out of love with them, lana will always have a special place in my heart. now i’m not daft and i am aware that people grow and change but it saddens me to see how she’s turned into almost a complete stranger with hints of elizabeth showing up from time to time. she reminds me of that one dear friend you had a falling out or just simply lost touch with, and regardless of distance or who they’re surrounding themselves with, you can’t help but still wish them the best in life because of how significant they once were to you. i wholeheartedly apologize for how lengthy this got, i guess i just i held this in for a long time because i was afraid i was going to sound like one of those fans who are constantly complaining. i’m glad to see i’m not the only one who has noticed that the spark that made her one of a kind has partially fizzled out, if not completely.

imagine if she reads this and still doesn't release the album. cold heart, cold, cold heart. a beating stone in her ribcage 

after liking a couple of posts on here i decided it was finally time to give my two cents on miss lana. funny enough, it was actually my sister who introduced me to her music. i was dazzled by this girl and i could not get enough of her. btd opened me up to so many new sounds and was instrumental in my appreciation of music as an actual art form.
i have so many memories that are linked to her music both good and bad (just like a big chunk of y’all). i’ll never forget the times i went to pick up my sister from college with my dad at night and having born to die play in the background. that winter break when i did nothing but put the album on repeat and incessantly attempt to beat my facebook friends’ subway surfers scores (lol). paradise ep made its way into my ears on a road trip i went on with my mom and sister, and coincidentally it is one of the only days i remember being truly, genuinely, stupidly happy.
 
the ultraviolence era came around at a time where i was coming to terms with a rude awakening that had hit me like a truck, something that i already knew was there but refused to acknowledge simply because of shame and fear. i know thematically ultraviolence has absolutely nothing to do with sexual identity but it was the album that convinced me that love was universal and that maybe one day i would be able to relate to brooklyn baby; to have a guy feel as strongly as i felt for him, a person that would appreciate me for who i was (with flaws and all) and would not expect me to do the impossible. that someone who would lift me up while simultaneously celebrating my independence, making it feel like it was just us against the world, a match made in heaven composed of two individuals of the same caliber.
 
2015 is a very tainted year for me, stained by my parents’ divorce and moving away to a new city which meant starting high school without my longtime friends. eventually my sister moved out and got married, making me feel like i had lost my partner in crime. i had a hard time making new friends the first few months, even communicating with my own mother was getting difficult. and yet honeymoon was there for me, almost like a lullaby my own mother would sing to console me after a nightmare. this is gonna sound so childish but sometimes i thought lana was like a guardian angel () because it was as if she knew i was going through a rough patch and tried to help in her own little way.
 
even after inevitably growing out of her music, i will always hold lana and her work in high regard. even if i discover new artists and proceed to fall in and out of love with them, lana will always have a special place in my heart. now i’m not daft and i am aware that people grow and change but it saddens me to see how she’s turned into almost a complete stranger with hints of elizabeth showing up from time to time. she reminds me of that one dear friend you had a falling out or just simply lost touch with, and regardless of distance or who they’re surrounding themselves with, you can’t help but still wish them the best in life because of how significant they once were to you. i wholeheartedly apologize for how lengthy this got, i guess i just i held this in for a long time because i was afraid i was going to sound like one of those fans who are constantly complaining. i’m glad to see i’m not the only one who has noticed that the spark that made her one of a kind has partially fizzled out, if not completely.

after liking a couple of posts on here i decided it was finally time to give my two cents on miss lana. funny enough, it was actually my sister who introduced me to her music. i was dazzled by this girl and i could not get enough of her. btd opened me up to so many new sounds and was instrumental in my appreciation of music as an actual art form.
i have so many memories that are linked to her music both good and bad (just like a big chunk of y’all). i’ll never forget the times i went to pick up my sister from college with my dad at night and having born to die play in the background. that winter break when i did nothing but put the album on repeat and incessantly attempt to beat my facebook friends’ subway surfers scores (lol). paradise ep made its way into my ears on a road trip i went on with my mom and sister, and coincidentally it is one of the only days i remember being truly, genuinely, stupidly happy.
 
the ultraviolence era came around at a time where i was coming to terms with a rude awakening that had hit me like a truck, something that i already knew was there but refused to acknowledge simply because of shame and fear. i know thematically ultraviolence has absolutely nothing to do with sexual identity but it was the album that convinced me that love was universal and that maybe one day i would be able to relate to brooklyn baby; to have a guy feel as strongly as i felt for him, a person that would appreciate me for who i was (with flaws and all) and would not expect me to do the impossible. that someone who would lift me up while simultaneously celebrating my independence, making it feel like it was just us against the world, a match made in heaven composed of two individuals of the same caliber.
 
2015 is a very tainted year for me, stained by my parents’ divorce and moving away to a new city which meant starting high school without my longtime friends. eventually my sister moved out and got married, making me feel like i had lost my partner in crime. i had a hard time making new friends the first few months, even communicating with my own mother was getting difficult. and yet honeymoon was there for me, almost like a lullaby my own mother would sing to console me after a nightmare. this is gonna sound so childish but sometimes i thought lana was like a guardian angel () because it was as if she knew i was going through a rough patch and tried to help in her own little way.
 
even after inevitably growing out of her music, i will always hold lana and her work in high regard. even if i discover new artists and proceed to fall in and out of love with them, lana will always have a special place in my heart. now i’m not daft and i am aware that people grow and change but it saddens me to see how she’s turned into almost a complete stranger with hints of elizabeth showing up from time to time. she reminds me of that one dear friend you had a falling out or just simply lost touch with, and regardless of distance or who they’re surrounding themselves with, you can’t help but still wish them the best in life because of how significant they once were to you. i wholeheartedly apologize for how lengthy this got, i guess i just i held this in for a long time because i was afraid i was going to sound like one of those fans who are constantly complaining. i’m glad to see i’m not the only one who has noticed that the spark that made her one of a kind has partially fizzled out, if not completely.

after liking a couple of posts on here i decided it was finally time to give my two cents on miss lana. funny enough, it was actually my sister who introduced me to her music. i was dazzled by this girl and i could not get enough of her. btd opened me up to so many new sounds and was instrumental in my appreciation of music as an actual art form.
i have so many memories that are linked to her music both good and bad (just like a big chunk of y’all). i’ll never forget the times i went to pick up my sister from college with my dad at night and having born to die play in the background. that winter break when i did nothing but put the album on repeat and incessantly attempt to beat my facebook friends’ subway surfers scores (lol). paradise ep made its way into my ears on a road trip i went on with my mom and sister, and coincidentally it is one of the only days i remember being truly, genuinely, stupidly happy.
 
the ultraviolence era came around at a time where i was coming to terms with a rude awakening that had hit me like a truck, something that i already knew was there but refused to acknowledge simply because of shame and fear. i know thematically ultraviolence has absolutely nothing to do with sexual identity but it was the album that convinced me that love was universal and that maybe one day i would be able to relate to brooklyn baby; to have a guy feel as strongly as i felt for him, a person that would appreciate me for who i was (with flaws and all) and would not expect me to do the impossible. that someone who would lift me up while simultaneously celebrating my independence, making it feel like it was just us against the world, a match made in heaven composed of two individuals of the same caliber.
 
2015 is a very tainted year for me, stained by my parents’ divorce and moving away to a new city which meant starting high school without my longtime friends. eventually my sister moved out and got married, making me feel like i had lost my partner in crime. i had a hard time making new friends the first few months, even communicating with my own mother was getting difficult. and yet honeymoon was there for me, almost like a lullaby my own mother would sing to console me after a nightmare. this is gonna sound so childish but sometimes i thought lana was like a guardian angel () because it was as if she knew i was going through a rough patch and tried to help in her own little way.
 
even after inevitably growing out of her music, i will always hold lana and her work in high regard. even if i discover new artists and proceed to fall in and out of love with them, lana will always have a special place in my heart. now i’m not daft and i am aware that people grow and change but it saddens me to see how she’s turned into almost a complete stranger with hints of elizabeth showing up from time to time. she reminds me of that one dear friend you had a falling out or just simply lost touch with, and regardless of distance or who they’re surrounding themselves with, you can’t help but still wish them the best in life because of how significant they once were to you. i wholeheartedly apologize for how lengthy this got, i guess i just i held this in for a long time because i was afraid i was going to sound like one of those fans who are constantly complaining. i’m glad to see i’m not the only one who has noticed that the spark that made her one of a kind has partially fizzled out, if not completely.

after liking a couple of posts on here i decided it was finally time to give my two cents on miss lana. funny enough, it was actually my sister who introduced me to her music. i was dazzled by this girl and i could not get enough of her. btd opened me up to so many new sounds and was instrumental in my appreciation of music as an actual art form.
i have so many memories that are linked to her music both good and bad (just like a big chunk of y’all). i’ll never forget the times i went to pick up my sister from college with my dad at night and having born to die play in the background. that winter break when i did nothing but put the album on repeat and incessantly attempt to beat my facebook friends’ subway surfers scores (lol). paradise ep made its way into my ears on a road trip i went on with my mom and sister, and coincidentally it is one of the only days i remember being truly, genuinely, stupidly happy.
 
the ultraviolence era came around at a time where i was coming to terms with a rude awakening that had hit me like a truck, something that i already knew was there but refused to acknowledge simply because of shame and fear. i know thematically ultraviolence has absolutely nothing to do with sexual identity but it was the album that convinced me that love was universal and that maybe one day i would be able to relate to brooklyn baby; to have a guy feel as strongly as i felt for him, a person that would appreciate me for who i was (with flaws and all) and would not expect me to do the impossible. that someone who would lift me up while simultaneously celebrating my independence, making it feel like it was just us against the world, a match made in heaven composed of two individuals of the same caliber.
 
2015 is a very tainted year for me, stained by my parents’ divorce and moving away to a new city which meant starting high school without my longtime friends. eventually my sister moved out and got married, making me feel like i had lost my partner in crime. i had a hard time making new friends the first few months, even communicating with my own mother was getting difficult. and yet honeymoon was there for me, almost like a lullaby my own mother would sing to console me after a nightmare. this is gonna sound so childish but sometimes i thought lana was like a guardian angel () because it was as if she knew i was going through a rough patch and tried to help in her own little way.
 
even after inevitably growing out of her music, i will always hold lana and her work in high regard. even if i discover new artists and proceed to fall in and out of love with them, lana will always have a special place in my heart. now i’m not daft and i am aware that people grow and change but it saddens me to see how she’s turned into almost a complete stranger with hints of elizabeth showing up from time to time. she reminds me of that one dear friend you had a falling out or just simply lost touch with, and regardless of distance or who they’re surrounding themselves with, you can’t help but still wish them the best in life because of how significant they once were to you. i wholeheartedly apologize for how lengthy this got, i guess i just i held this in for a long time because i was afraid i was going to sound like one of those fans who are constantly complaining. i’m glad to see i’m not the only one who has noticed that the spark that made her one of a kind has partially fizzled out, if not completely.

after liking a couple of posts on here i decided it was finally time to give my two cents on miss lana. funny enough, it was actually my sister who introduced me to her music. i was dazzled by this girl and i could not get enough of her. btd opened me up to so many new sounds and was instrumental in my appreciation of music as an actual art form.
i have so many memories that are linked to her music both good and bad (just like a big chunk of y’all). i’ll never forget the times i went to pick up my sister from college with my dad at night and having born to die play in the background. that winter break when i did nothing but put the album on repeat and incessantly attempt to beat my facebook friends’ subway surfers scores (lol). paradise ep made its way into my ears on a road trip i went on with my mom and sister, and coincidentally it is one of the only days i remember being truly, genuinely, stupidly happy.
 
the ultraviolence era came around at a time where i was coming to terms with a rude awakening that had hit me like a truck, something that i already knew was there but refused to acknowledge simply because of shame and fear. i know thematically ultraviolence has absolutely nothing to do with sexual identity but it was the album that convinced me that love was universal and that maybe one day i would be able to relate to brooklyn baby; to have a guy feel as strongly as i felt for him, a person that would appreciate me for who i was (with flaws and all) and would not expect me to do the impossible. that someone who would lift me up while simultaneously celebrating my independence, making it feel like it was just us against the world, a match made in heaven composed of two individuals of the same caliber.
 
2015 is a very tainted year for me, stained by my parents’ divorce and moving away to a new city which meant starting high school without my longtime friends. eventually my sister moved out and got married, making me feel like i had lost my partner in crime. i had a hard time making new friends the first few months, even communicating with my own mother was getting difficult. and yet honeymoon was there for me, almost like a lullaby my own mother would sing to console me after a nightmare. this is gonna sound so childish but sometimes i thought lana was like a guardian angel () because it was as if she knew i was going through a rough patch and tried to help in her own little way.
 
even after inevitably growing out of her music, i will always hold lana and her work in high regard. even if i discover new artists and proceed to fall in and out of love with them, lana will always have a special place in my heart. now i’m not daft and i am aware that people grow and change but it saddens me to see how she’s turned into almost a complete stranger with hints of elizabeth showing up from time to time. she reminds me of that one dear friend you had a falling out or just simply lost touch with, and regardless of distance or who they’re surrounding themselves with, you can’t help but still wish them the best in life because of how significant they once were to you. i wholeheartedly apologize for how lengthy this got, i guess i just i held this in for a long time because i was afraid i was going to sound like one of those fans who are constantly complaining. i’m glad to see i’m not the only one who has noticed that the spark that made her one of a kind has partially fizzled out, if not completely.

after liking a couple of posts on here i decided it was finally time to give my two cents on miss lana. funny enough, it was actually my sister who introduced me to her music. i was dazzled by this girl and i could not get enough of her. btd opened me up to so many new sounds and was instrumental in my appreciation of music as an actual art form.
i have so many memories that are linked to her music both good and bad (just like a big chunk of y’all). i’ll never forget the times i went to pick up my sister from college with my dad at night and having born to die play in the background. that winter break when i did nothing but put the album on repeat and incessantly attempt to beat my facebook friends’ subway surfers scores (lol). paradise ep made its way into my ears on a road trip i went on with my mom and sister, and coincidentally it is one of the only days i remember being truly, genuinely, stupidly happy.
 
the ultraviolence era came around at a time where i was coming to terms with a rude awakening that had hit me like a truck, something that i already knew was there but refused to acknowledge simply because of shame and fear. i know thematically ultraviolence has absolutely nothing to do with sexual identity but it was the album that convinced me that love was universal and that maybe one day i would be able to relate to brooklyn baby; to have a guy feel as strongly as i felt for him, a person that would appreciate me for who i was (with flaws and all) and would not expect me to do the impossible. that someone who would lift me up while simultaneously celebrating my independence, making it feel like it was just us against the world, a match made in heaven composed of two individuals of the same caliber.
 
2015 is a very tainted year for me, stained by my parents’ divorce and moving away to a new city which meant starting high school without my longtime friends. eventually my sister moved out and got married, making me feel like i had lost my partner in crime. i had a hard time making new friends the first few months, even communicating with my own mother was getting difficult. and yet honeymoon was there for me, almost like a lullaby my own mother would sing to console me after a nightmare. this is gonna sound so childish but sometimes i thought lana was like a guardian angel () because it was as if she knew i was going through a rough patch and tried to help in her own little way.
 
even after inevitably growing out of her music, i will always hold lana and her work in high regard. even if i discover new artists and proceed to fall in and out of love with them, lana will always have a special place in my heart. now i’m not daft and i am aware that people grow and change but it saddens me to see how she’s turned into almost a complete stranger with hints of elizabeth showing up from time to time. she reminds me of that one dear friend you had a falling out or just simply lost touch with, and regardless of distance or who they’re surrounding themselves with, you can’t help but still wish them the best in life because of how significant they once were to you. i wholeheartedly apologize for how lengthy this got, i guess i just i held this in for a long time because i was afraid i was going to sound like one of those fans who are constantly complaining. i’m glad to see i’m not the only one who has noticed that the spark that made her one of a kind has partially fizzled out, if not completely.

what i think is interesting is how glamour girl lana also had a vulnerability about her, which is i think partly why it was relatable compared to this incarnation. i think coupled with the music, so much of it felt like what it can be to be a young, insecure person finding their way. it's shallow as fuck but like "ok so i'm really miserable and my heart is broken but hey my hair is did and i'm making the best and it makes me feel less like killing myself ok."

i’ve been craving a charli grimes & sky collaboration ever since that v magazine 2012 cover, i would disintegrate if it actually existed

I actually see her as more "untouchable" than ever. The beehive hair, the nails, the pretty dresses...I could literally go get that lol. Underneath the big hair, the makeup, the visuals that I loved, was a girl I felt I could relate to, at least to an extent. People see her BTD image as so artificial, but it felt so real to me. The person she appeared to be in interviews felt so real, and so familiar. She reminded me of actual people in my life. There was nothing untouchable about her. Now she's on fucking Neptune or some shit. She's distant, and detached, and dead inside. Yes I know she's been saying that for years, but now it's like, there's nothing in there anymore. Her fire, like you said...it's gone. And I don't know her. I don't know who this...person, is.

Lana: Cinnamon~~ in your....
Crowd: TEETH!!!
Lana: Blue jeans, white shirt

And I’m so happy now that you’re gone! - lona to normal friggon Roswell

honestly tea. here for christine, grimes, sky, aka important and very talented artists
 
NOT here for twitter/soundcloud jokes, bland or boring artists.

we need "All The Things Our Label Said" (feat. Sky Ferreira) [PC Music Cover] released.

i’ve been craving a charli grimes & sky collaboration ever since that v magazine 2012 cover, i would disintegrate if it actually existed