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IG post says (paraphrasing) “happy for you to hear a couple of songs before Stagecoach, starting with Henry”.   Stagecoach is on April 25th. 

People still believe this is cumming in May?

Lana's comment from today under @delreyloud's most recent post about Instagram deleting fanpages/fanpage war because a fan was reporting other fanpages or something:

(Omg… I’m so late to this..)
 
To The Family Jewels:
 
Thank you, thank you, thank you. My adolescence would have been nothing without you. One of the first albums that ever TRULY resonated with me. You made me feel less weird for being so cynical about things during my youth. I still love your odd glamour and charming eccentricity. May you continue forward as the legend you are!

earthquakes vs bikini gold

I’m sorry you don’t like hearing it, but it’s true and people should be called out for supporting fascism  
 
but like I said I’m not fully intending to direct the discourse onto her husbands politics. I just hope she realises what a loser this guy is and leaves him. 

I don’t wanna make this about her husbands politics again but with everything that trump, elon & the rest of the republicans are doing I don’t understand how she can idly sit back and watch everything her husband supposedly supports, happen. I would be wanting a divorce if my partner was actually happy with the state of the US at the moment. 

I listened to it and honestly i think u guys are being a little dramatic yes the subject matter is dark but she does not sound like she’s crying and also it isn’t really different than anything like smarty or put me in a movie or ultraviolence 

Sylvia Plath died on this day in 1963.
 
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,   
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.   
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash—
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——
A cake of soap,   
A wedding ring,   
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer   
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair   
And I eat men like air.
 
- excerpt from Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath
 

put me in a movie vs tv in black and white

lolita vs delicious

Sylvia Plath died on this day in 1963.
 
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,   
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.   
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash—
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——
A cake of soap,   
A wedding ring,   
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer   
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair   
And I eat men like air.
 
- excerpt from Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath
 

Sylvia Plath died on this day in 1963.
 
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,   
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.   
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash—
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——
A cake of soap,   
A wedding ring,   
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer   
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair   
And I eat men like air.
 
- excerpt from Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath
 

got a sonny angel on my phone,
dufrene on my jeans
used to be a los angeles girl
now i’m in a different LA, louisana 
no more palm trees,
bayous and live oaks are my scene
no more droughts, it’s the wetlands here
down in new orleans, jazz was born
i get down on bourbon street
all around, voodoo’s in the air
laissez les bon temps rouler 

Sylvia Plath died on this day in 1963.
 
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,   
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.   
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash—
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——
A cake of soap,   
A wedding ring,   
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer   
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair   
And I eat men like air.
 
- excerpt from Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath
 

Sylvia Plath died on this day in 1963.
 
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,   
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.   
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash—
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——
A cake of soap,   
A wedding ring,   
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer   
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair   
And I eat men like air.
 
- excerpt from Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath
 

Sylvia Plath died on this day in 1963.
 
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,   
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.   
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash—
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——
A cake of soap,   
A wedding ring,   
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer   
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair   
And I eat men like air.
 
- excerpt from Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath
 

Sylvia Plath died on this day in 1963.
 
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,   
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.   
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash—
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——
A cake of soap,   
A wedding ring,   
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer   
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair   
And I eat men like air.
 
- excerpt from Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath
 

Sylvia Plath died on this day in 1963.
 
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,   
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.   
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash—
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——
A cake of soap,   
A wedding ring,   
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer   
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair   
And I eat men like air.
 
- excerpt from Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath
 

Sylvia Plath died on this day in 1963.
 
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,   
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.   
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash—
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——
A cake of soap,   
A wedding ring,   
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer   
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair   
And I eat men like air.
 
- excerpt from Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath
 

i saw lana del rey wearing jeans with her husband's last name embroidered on them, so i wore jeans with my husband's last name embroidered on them
 

Sylvia Plath died on this day in 1963.
 
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,   
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.   
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash—
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——
A cake of soap,   
A wedding ring,   
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer   
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair   
And I eat men like air.
 
- excerpt from Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath
 

streets = voices in your head 

Should have been re-recorded for BTD, remastered for Paradise, Remixed on UV and sampled on Honeymoon

yayo vs disco