If you’re in dire need to wind down after another Manic Monday, uncork your wine of choice and let Lana Del Rey soothe your soul.
So haunting.
So seductive.
So dark.
So fresh.
So aching.
So somber.
So timeless.
So angry.
So calm.
So therapeutic.
So different.
Now Playing: Lana Del Rey-Ride
“I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but a poor and
unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million
stars in the night sky that I wished on over, and over again. Sparkling and
broken, but I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting
everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is…
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I’d
been living, they asked me why, but there’s no use in taking to people who have
a home. They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for
home to be where ever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me
that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed
personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as
the ocean. And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be
lying, because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one, who
belonged to everyone, who had nothing, who wanted everything. With a fire for
every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point
that I couldn’t even talk about, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness
that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my
people, and finally I did. On the open road. We had nothing to loose, nothing
to gain, nothing we desired anymore. Except to make our lives into a work of
art.”
XOXO, LALA.
