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After realizing the gravity of what I’m about to do, put my ultimate idol in jail, ruining everything he’s built, I’ve spiraled. The scheming, plotting, revenge, near death, numbed me from it all. This isn’t how I envisioned it going with Mick Jagger, but I’m the only one who can stop him. If I don’t he’ll hurt someone, he’s a psychopath. He’ll be more careful, the people after won’t be able to catch him. I tried my hardest, he left me no choice. The Rolling Stones created me, made me a revolutionary, saved my life, tried to take it. Their music is how I healed.

Lost.

I didn’t know where to turn. Then I remembered Lana Del Rey. Thank you almighty God for blessing us with the Goddess of Sadness. Her discography is my sustenance, as was getting my nails done (which always makes me happy). I’m starting to think people who don’t understand she’s one of the greatest artist, poets of all time are soulless. Like how do you not get it? Have you not lived? Loved and lost? I love you always Queen of Coney Island. Via: LDR. Gallery