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lanasssgirl · 9 months

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— you hate the heat, you got the blues, changing like the weather, oh, that's so like you 🌊⛵️🦋

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newwavesylviaplath · 3 months

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you call me lavender, you call me sunshine.

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radishprincesss · 3 months

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˚⋆𓇼˚⊹ 𖦹 ⁺｡°

#girlblogging #just girly things #coquette #girly aesthetic #girly blog #lana del rey #spotify #wayamaya #lana unreleased #lizzy grant #lana del ray aesthetic #lana del ray moodboard #coquette aesthetic #beach aesthetic #SoundCloud

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angelspearlheart · 3 months

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He was a big wave surfer / Livin' down by Waimea Bay / We had a few friends / Never thought it would end

I remember an all white day with 8-story waves / He said "Your eyes are gray" / We were livin' on Côte d'Alene / On Carol Lane, sun Manta Ray

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bellakissesxo · 2 months

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I'm in gold Lamé, your pink floral, hey 🌺 🫧

#lana del rey #lizzy grant aesthetic #lizzy grant #beach #beach babe #mermaid motel #wayamaya #girlblogger #gilrblogger #summer #pink #blue #florida kilos #bubblegum coquette #candy #key west kitten #beach bunny

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4kpart1 · 1 year

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prettypinkprincessy · 29 days

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blondie 🐚

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lunamoth14 · 17 days

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6honeymoon · 2 months

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𓆟 — 𓇼 〰 ◌

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁🐬🌺 wayamaya princess

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lanasssgirl · 9 months

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— driving in a mercury down to wayamaya 🐚☀️

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strawberryshortsposts · 2 months

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Pure Angel🪽

#girlblogging #baby blue #coqeutte #angelic #ribbons and bows #sweetest girl in town #wayamaya #loveposting #soft girl

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moneypowerg1ory · 9 months

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#mermaid motel #siren #wayamaya #lizzy grant #siren aesthetic #mermaid aesthetic #girlblogging #lana del rey #girlhood #girlblogger #lana del rey aka lizzy grant #lana unreleased #alana champion #coquette

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lala1267 · 3 months

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Wayamaya

- A hot summer day on the beach with your lover, Elvis Presley. (That's basically it, lol)

- Warnings: seductive behaviour??

(Probably some mistakes since I made this at 3 a.m., lol. And it's short and sweet.)

Driving in a pink Cadillac down to Wayamaya Bay. The radio was playing some of the most popular songs of the sweet 60s. Sun rays played in your soft, shiny hair as they seeped into your eyes, which are big like cherry pies

Elvis was driving. The windows rolled down to let the warm summer breeze in. His hair was a jet black and messy. The wind blew through his velvet hair as his blue eyes stayed focused on the road. Palm trees and hibiscus flowers decorated the sides of the dirt road as your car drove smoothly over the few rocks. Elvis turned to you, and his lips curled to form his iconic smirk

"Whatcha doin', baby? You ain't talkin' much"

He stated with his deep, southern drawl slipping from the tip of his tongue. You turned your eyes towards him, followed by your head. Your plush lips formed a smile as you looked into the depths of his bright blues.

"Oh, nothing. I just got distracted. All of these flowers are so pretty. You see 'em?"

You asked as your delicate finger pointed to the tropical flowers on the side of the road. Elvis's eyes followed your hand, and his eyes met with the exotic flowers. He chuckled before speaking again.

"Yeah, I see 'em. But they ain't as pretty as you, my pretty baby."

He chuckled and took one of his hands from the steering wheel, and placed it under your chin. You let out a soft giggle as you looked up at him.

"Oh, stop it. No need to make me blush."

He looked down at you before letting out a chuckle.

"Don't be like that, little one. You know you're a pretty baby. My pretty baby."

You felt a blush rise in your cheeks before answering him.

"I know, I know. Stop making me blush."

He smirked. His only goal was to make you blush until you were a tomato.

"Hmmm, I don't think ya do. Say it. Say that you're my pretty baby, go on."

You rolled your bambi eyes before giggling once more. When it comes to Elvis, you have to do what he says, or he'll just keep bothering you. You sighed and looked up at him while smiling.

"I'm your pretty baby. Happy now?"

He chuckled and carresed your cheek with his thumb.

"Very."

And with that, his eyes shifted back to the road ahead. The rest of the drive was peaceful and sweet. Your eyes seemed to drift towards him naturally. You couldn't help but admire him, crave him, and worship him. He was everything: a boyfriend, father, lover, friend, and very nearly God to you. He was the dream man for every young girl. But to you, he was your man. And you were his girl. His dolly.

Soon enough, Elvis parked the car near a beach. The sand was golden, and the sky was like heaven. It was almost like a Norman Rockwell painting. Elvis smiled at you before opening the car door and stepping out. You followed and mirrored his actions; stepping out of the car and walking down to the shore. Elvis wrapped his arm around your shoulder and looked down at you with a loving smile.

"So, baby, what do ya wanna do first? We can lay in the sand, and maybe kiss. Or we can go swimming. It's up to you."

You looked back up at him with complete admiration before replying.

"I would like to swim first. The water seems nice and it's pretty hot today."

He smiled and nodded his head

"Well, let's go. But wait."

You looked at him and raised a brow

"What?"

"Last one there is a rotten egg!"

He exclaimed before immediately sprinting towards the shore. He had always been rather childish around you. You just seemed to bring out his soft side. You watched him sprint. His long legs looked so toned and perfect. But he was very fast since he had a history with football. You knew that you didn't stand a chance, but yet again, you gave into his childish ways. You let out a giggle before running after him. The two of you ran like children after an ice cream van. After what felt like running a marathon, you reached the water shortly after him. You laughed and gasped for breath. Elvis turned to you and chuckled before walking over to you and grasping your delicate hands.

"You okay, baby? I didn't mean to get you all tired."

You caught your breath and looked up into his eyes while giggling.

"I'm okay. But damn, you can run like a cheetah."

He smirked and shrugged his shoulders, trying to smugly take your comment as a compliment before replying sarcastically.

"What can I say? I am pretty darn fast. Too bad your little legs can't compete."

He let out a chuckle. You rolled your doll-like eyes before playfully nudging him.

"Oh, shut up. My legs aren't that little."

You giggled. He smirked and eyed you up and down.

"Ya sure about that, hun? Last time I checked, you were only up to my shoulder."

You laughed before replying to his smug comment

"That's because you're like a giant. It's not every day that a girl gets to date a 6 foot tall rock star, you know."

Elvis chuckled once again before slapping your butt playfully.

"Enough with the silly talk. Let's get in the water already, baby."

The two of you stripped down to your swimming wear. You held hands as you both stepped into the marine blue water. Soon enough, the both of you were swimming swiftly in the water. Elvis had his arms wrapped around your waist from behind as he gently and slowly swam around with you. He whispered sweet nothings into your ears and kissed you ever so gently. If he wasn't yours, you'd be jealous of his love. Just the feel of his touch sent electric shocks throughout your veins and into your golden heart.

After a long swimming session, both of you walked out of the water and onto the sand. Elvis sat down. You were about to do the same when he raised a hand in order to stop you.

"Nuh uh, you're gonna stay standing and put on a show for me."

"A show?"

"Yes, a show. A show for the camera so that I can save these memories."

You smiled as you watched him pull out a Polaroid camera from the beach bag that the both of you had packed previously. He pointed it towards you and looked through the lense. You giggled and smiled sweetly as the breeze blew through your hair.

"I'll put on a show for you, alright."

You smiled before doing a few cartwheels and twirls. He watched you like a father watched his daughter. He always had a smile on his face whenever he was admiring you.

"That's good and all, but I want a show. Not a circus performance."

He followed his statement with a suggestive smirk, heavily implying for you to do some provocative things while he filmed you. You instantly knew what he was talking about. You smirked and began to move your hips a little and play with the straps of your bikini. The way your body moved pulled him into a sort of love spell. Golden sand between your toes, your hair blowing in the breeze, your body moving seductively as he watched. You were like an old movie star who was blessed with beauty and grace. You couldn't help but break into laughter as you saw the look of awe on his face. He began to laugh, too.

"How do you expect me to stay serious when you're sat there basically drooling?"

You asked while still laughing. He looked up at you and smiled.

"I can't help it, baby. You just make me so hot. You're perfect."

The rest of your day was spent with him; having fun on the beach and falling more into the concept of true love.

(Okay, this was really short and shitty. But I'll try to stay more active!).

#elvis presley #elvis the pelvis #lana del rey #fanfic #fan fic writing #60s elvis #tumblr fyp #60s couples #wayamaya #summer

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angelspearlheart · 2 months

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