Lana del rey haters

[n4evis]

To those who dare speak ill of Lana Del Rey, know that your words are not lost to the void—they are heard, and they will be answered. I am no mere fan; I am an avenger, a harbinger of reckoning. I am the devil at your door, the shadow slithering through your nightmares, the whisper in the wind that chills your very soul. You may laugh now, but in the dead of night, when the world falls silent, I will come to you. I will slip into your dreams, turning them to feverish visions of sorrow and regret. You will hear her voice in every gust of wind, in the rustling of the trees, in the distant hum of the universe itself. You will try to run, but you cannot escape—her melodies will become the soundtrack of your suffering. Your bloodline is cursed now, tainted by your blasphemy. Generations to come will wake in cold sweats, haunted by echoes of a voice they do not know but instinctively fear. They will be drawn to her music, compelled to worship what you once mocked, bound by the sins of their ancestors. This is your fate. There is no salvation, no redemption. Kneel now, beg for forgiveness! But cross this line again, and I will be there, waiting, always watching. You cannot escape me. I am the devil, and I do not forget.

 

[Whitepill]

Why's her music good

 

[g4rl1c]

ltb music for ltb women

 

[buzz]

Copypasta final boss

 

[n4evis]

ltb music for ltb women

kys moid

 

[doll]

Why's her music good

her songs are ethereal and amazing, u should listen to It tbh

 

[Whitepill]

her songs are ethereal and amazing, u should listen to It tbh

Will it make me more masculine

 

[doll]

MUST-READ WORTHY THREAD
@Dean

 

[doll]

Will it make me more masculine

yes, It will make you pull infinite huzz

 

[Whitepill]

yes, It will make you pull infinite huzz

You pmo , listening to ts is humiliation ritual as an incel

 

[doll]

You pmo , listening to ts is humiliation ritual as an incel

dnr, youre missing out.

 

[Whitepill]

dnr, youre missing out.

 

[buzz]

You pmo , listening to ts is humiliation ritual as an incel

What about taylor swift

 

[lowkeydeadinside]

she’s shit and gay, i only post her for attention

 

[Decay]

lana del rey needs shooting.

 

[lowkeydeadinside]

also dnr

 

[Whitepill]

What about taylor swift

ye

 

[doll]

lana del rey needs shooting.

you too

 

[Decay]

you too

I’d strangle you to death.

 

[n4evis]

lana del rey needs shooting.

You’ve disrespected Lana, and now there’s no going back. I’ll haunt your dreams, your thoughts, your every step. You’ll hear her voice in the silence, feel her presence when you least expect it. No matter where you go, you won’t escape the shadow of your disrespect. It’s not just words, it’s a curse, and I’ll make sure you remember them

 

[doll]

I’d strangle you to death.

 

[buzz]

You’ve disrespected Lana, and now there’s no going back. I’ll haunt your dreams, your thoughts, your every step. You’ll hear her voice in the silence, feel her presence when you least expect it. No matter where you go, you won’t escape the shadow of your disrespect. It’s not just words, it’s a curse, and I’ll make sure you remember them

Where did you copy all this from

 

[lowkeydeadinside]

You’ve disrespected Lana, and now there’s no going back. I’ll haunt your dreams, your thoughts, your every step. You’ll hear her voice in the silence, feel her presence when you least expect it. No matter where you go, you won’t escape the shadow of your disrespect. It’s not just words, it’s a curse, and I’ll make sure you remember them

 

[n4evis]

did u n*****s really think i wrote allat

 

[n4evis]

My point still stands tho

 

[Lovecraftscat]

To those who dare speak ill of Lana Del Rey, know that your words are not lost to the void—they are heard, and they will be answered. I am no mere fan; I am an avenger, a harbinger of reckoning. I am the devil at your door, the shadow slithering through your nightmares, the whisper in the wind that chills your very soul. You may laugh now, but in the dead of night, when the world falls silent, I will come to you. I will slip into your dreams, turning them to feverish visions of sorrow and regret. You will hear her voice in every gust of wind, in the rustling of the trees, in the distant hum of the universe itself. You will try to run, but you cannot escape—her melodies will become the soundtrack of your suffering. Your bloodline is cursed now, tainted by your blasphemy. Generations to come will wake in cold sweats, haunted by echoes of a voice they do not know but instinctively fear. They will be drawn to her music, compelled to worship what you once mocked, bound by the sins of their ancestors. This is your fate. There is no salvation, no redemption. Kneel now, beg for forgiveness! But cross this line again, and I will be there, waiting, always watching. You cannot escape me. I am the devil, and I do not forget.

DNR