“Knees weakened, limbs snapped Under the weight of secrets shared. I had bitten my lips long enough To grow accustomed to the taste. Red released in one vicious downpour, Words so harsh I could hardly stand, No warning. Apologise in silence– I’m sorry my words tasted bitter. I thought the blood was my own.”— poeticallyordinary (via poeticallyordinary)
have you ever had to restart a song because you spaced out and weren’t appreciating it enough
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““NEW: Lana Del Rey photographed by Victor Demarchelier for California Style, 2018 [outtake]
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