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On wearing your favorite perfume to bed

 evening comes in the form of face lotion and q-tips after many hours of boiling hot oil, beef, pickles on the side, and sweat. Vocal cords are shot from yelling expo orders since 11:00 am. 

the rabbit you hit on the way home lays in the ditch. you drug it to the curb so it could be in peace. guilty for its life caught between the rubber and asphalt.

rinse the bug spray and stink off. use conditioner even though you'll wash tomorrow morning.

exhale deeply. have a beer. put on bon iver even though you don't like him a whole lot but he reminds you of home.


i have worn my favorite perfume to bed on the hardest nights. A bottle gifted and cherished so deeply that it might go sour from not being worn. 

We must (must!!) use the gifts we love most!

I have come to realize that gifts are meant to be cherished in their use. Olfactory senses are a large trigger of memory. i sit far away from home and find myself reaching for special perfumes more often than I have ever done before. Every day is a special occasion when you are beginning a new life.

my sheets are perfumed with the scent of my solo show gift, I go to work smelling faintly of oud, a reminder of the start to my under grad journey.

on hard days I've drenched myself in these expensive perfumes. I fall asleep in the arms of my parents and in all the memories of the special occasions I wore it for. I wake up snuggling with the smell of success. I will be okay in the end. 

the little things matter most people. goodnight, and may the stars shine brightly upon you. may the summer air perfume us all with hope and wishes for better days ahead, they are coming!

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