The Pink Parlour

 ｡𖦹°‧ 9.27.26  Remember you must die. That is Momento mori. I learned this latin phrase during my hyper fixation on philosophy, specifically Stoicism. It's a big reason I'm constantly reminding myself of the free will that I have and it comes down to telling myself the smallest things. Get up and do your hair, makeup, wear that really cute top you like even if you're staying inside today. Even if you have zero plans besides sitting at your lap top and writing this entry.      It feels lame, but I bet you I'm going to make it look sexy lol just because I can.   Plus, the thought of death absolutely terrifies me when I let myself fall down that rabbit hole. I'd be asking for a panic attack, but it fuels me to really try. If I get up and give myself something to look forward to such as getting cute for  myself- I'll feel good. I'm a firm believer in if you look good, you feel good, it really works for me. Even I just start by making my bed, I'll b...

What you got for me? What have you brought to my jaded table? Money Good sex Pillow talk Where’s your heart? Where’s your loyalty? Where’s the trust? My peace? I bring relaxation baby A full heart Unquestionable loyalty The blue prints to a wife In sickness in health Rich or poor I bring new eyes The sun to its feet I take the liquor from your arrogant lips and become your water I take the distraction of marijuana smoke Out of your lungs and give you fresh air A reason to be here a reason to see to be And that’s all you got for me?

I like a gentleman I love a gentle man I love gentle women I like them soft.

  I feel as I’ve torn my skin from my flesh And I am just the hollow skin The empath feels empty  The grounded feels high The sharp feels asleep Dissociated from reality I run to the future for comfort I slip into my past My present confuses me Im unsure of where I am Unsure of where my fate stands Unsure if its mine or gods hands While my own discernment runs in circles  Not knowing where to land.