#pinkdaydream

[pistolpink]

hiiii welcome to my blog, sometimes i talk sometimes i don’t.

call me tarami, I’m 22.

interests: femme horror, holy - robotic - corporal, pink, heels, self expression, crying, purity culture discourse, writing, creepy women, pole dancing, set design.

all my writing is under #pinkdaydream

[pistolpink]

prophetic visions of milky waters

you are half dreaming in this earthly rest.

you feel your flesh ripple and warp, like you are liquid running through the slender fingers of a woman.

kneeling by a lake and crying her eyes out, trying to remember her place in the world.

you are half this woman and half nothing

nothing being something you cannot describe.

siren-like robotic figures emerging from the lake, once human.

you are unsure of their presence, they are indifferent to yours.

whispering strange nothings..

mundanity

mundaneity

mundane deity

pray to the growing apathy amongst us.

for you do not believe in god. you believe in people.

do you know we are on sacred ground?

this is our only home.

[pistolpink]

Akrasia

suddenly I feel like I can’t move, like the walls are closing in, like I have nowhere to go

because I belong to nowhere and no one all at once. but rather than a freeing feeling it’s one of suffocation.

because there are still people in my life and I am still ‘home’. It’s just that their presence reminds me of restriction, and I can feel this place rejecting me but also refusing to let me leave

but I don’t need permission to leave. the problem is I don’t know where to go. I don’t know if I know how to breathe normally anymore.

accustomed to the pained gasps that I call breathing, what will I do with all this air? I might drown in it; get greedy and inhale until my lungs are stuffed to the brim, and then the excess will become an abscess.

without resistance I will welcome the infection, knowing ‘home’ will not let me back in. I can hear them saying.. ‘disease is not welcome, rid yourself of it’

but I do not rid myself of anything, I lean further in.

and now I am nothing but the wrong way, I don’t know how to be right anymore. the wrong feels like the right that I secretly imagined, whispered and uttered to myself between dreams, feeling guilt and evil for even mustering the thought.

wrong and free, moving, dancing, flying. home was never the place for me.

[pistolpink]

writing is a process of hesitation and acceptance, thinking and erasing, loving and hating.

reading your words until they make no sense

meditating tirelessly over your meaning and message

i love it.

[pistolpink]

ten minutes can’t go past without you brushing my thoughts

do you take joy in haunting me?

or is it that i have possessed myself with the sickeningly sweet idea of you?

the devotion i have to the way you make me feel is something i couldn’t even give to christ

and there was a time where i was desperate for christ, i wanted to feel the fulfilment others felt.

i wanted to feel the connection others felt to him

but when i prayed i couldn’t hear him. all i could hear were the whispers of my own desire

and those whispers were deafening, only somewhat satiated by you.

never entirely

[nexthlive]

🌸 Oil Palette Illusion | Episode 4: Pink Daydream (Version 2)

Serenade of Soft Petals Edition 🎧 DJ Laurinda × 🎨 Princess Laurinda 📺 Nexth iTV | April – June 2025 Brand Art Emotion Remix Edition

Welcome to a dream painted in sound and brushed in emotion. Episode 4: Pink Daydream (Version 2) invites you into the softest realm yet—where music becomes memory, and art becomes a feeling you can touch.

The Princess Laurinda iArt Gallery blossoms into Oil Palette Illusion, a universe of glowing blush tones, sensual silhouettes, and floating petals. Every texture is candlelit. Every color sighs. Every canvas beats like a heart.

“Your love’s a rhythm, slow and deep, A serenade I’ll always keep…”

This isn’t just a gallery. It’s a sanctuary. A sensory echo chamber where DJ Laurinda’s ambient rhythms pulse through petals and shadows. It’s slow. It’s intimate. It’s infinite.

Together, DJ Laurinda and Princess Laurinda craft a duet of sight and sound—whispers turned into waves, brushstrokes turned into breath.

Let yourself fall into this illusion. Let the petals hold you. Let love echo.

Oil Palette Illusion | Serenade of Soft Petals Edition | Episode 4: Pink Daydream (Version 2).

Nexth iTV | April – June 2025 DJ Laurinda XShows × Princess Laurinda iArt Gallery Brand Art Emotion Remix Edition – Princess Laurinda in Oil

[nexthlive]

🎧 EPISODE 4: PINK DAYDREAM (Version 2)

From the Serenade of Soft Petals Album DJ Laurinda × Princess Laurinda 🖼️ Brand Art Emotion Remix Edition – Oil Palette Illusion Nexth iTV | April – June 2025

"Pink Daydream" isn’t just a song—it's a sensation. A breathless drift into soft rhythm, touch, and color. A duet of ambient sound and painted feeling. A moment suspended in time where you don’t just hear the music—you float inside it.

Your love’s a rhythm, slow and deep, A serenade I’ll always keep…

Princess Laurinda’s Oil Palette Illusion melts blush tones and tender textures into a gallery of sensual emotion. DJ Laurinda’s XShows pulse beneath each brushstroke—vinyl whispers, heartbeat basslines, love in reverb.

💗 For dreamers, lovers, and those who long for soft escapes.

Serenade of Soft Petals Album - Episode 4: Pink Daydream (Version 2).

Nexth iTV | April – June 2025 DJ Laurinda XShows × Princess Laurinda iArt Gallery Brand Art Emotion Remix Edition – Princess Laurinda in Oil

[nexthlive]

🌸 Pink Daydream (Version 2) — Episode 4 of Serenade of Soft Petals | Nexth iTV

Step into a world where sound and art intertwine in a soft, sensual embrace. Pink Daydream (Version 2) isn’t just a song—it’s an experience. It’s the art of Princess Laurinda’s Oil Palette Illusion brought to life with DJ Laurinda’s evocative soundscapes.

Every brushstroke in the gallery shimmers with emotion, every beat a heartbeat. This spring, we drift into a dream of soft petals, gentle rhythms, and a love that doesn’t need to be spoken to be felt.

The Princess Laurinda iArt Gallery becomes more than just a space. It’s a realm of color and memory, where time dissolves and the gallery is alive with whispered emotions. Each piece is a tender caress, a quiet longing—a place where love is not just seen, but lived.

This is intimacy painted in pink. This is Pink Daydream.

🌙 Let the dream hold you, let the love echo.

Oil Palette Illusion | Serenade of Soft Petals Edition | Episode 4: Pink Daydream (Version 2).

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