gracingsFULLOFroses

i like interiors, architecture, landscapes, capturing moments & feelings on film, patterns, colors, music, fetivals, and everything in between. i'm just another design student trying to get BIG.

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yezyezyezyez

rehearsed lines on repeat

the same dance

two steps apart from the last.

happy birthday fills the air

and i pretend they are singing to me.

i am the orchestrator

in front of my lit box of options

and a monotonous one at that.

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sKin

i think i have found my favorite smell

and that is the smell of skin.

the smell of a baby's skin

so soft

sweet and milky.

lips stained with tobacco

fresh after a smoke.

a body

fresh from exertion

still tickled with sweat.

cheeks

freshly dampened

from a sprinkling of kisses.

but

oh

those

lips.

the final breath before the marathon

the last gasp

and all

i breathe in

is your skin.

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Umpphh

Sitting alone on this over-sized travel box.

clicking the locks

to the beat of the bass

as i watch the lights

through the square of the hallway

and the people

they dance

and they stumble

and fall

and cling to the railings

like statuesque walls.

The air's filled with smiles

and giggles

and sweat

and questions of who

and 'where have we met's.

You need a cup to bring your water to the floor

You need cups to complete your cup obsession

and like you said

nobody sells cups!

Cups on cups

on pins

and needles

and weird

and i might throw up.

But pillow me up

and keep it

weird.

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Piss stained blankets

Popped a half an adi im awake as this music is blasting through the house. Breakfast at tiffanys is playing and god Audrey, please be more distracting. Where did everyone go, when you are left here. Pretty little liar’s hold no place in any part of my formidable small world. You are sleeping beside me and I want to move your hair but you’re sleeping so soundly and if this noise won’t wake you neither will I. Sleep away giant. I want to find your area. The music’s playing low and I feel different but I wander. about you, and the way you feel. And I wander. And I wander. You better believe ill eat all that bacon in one bite. And stop calling me a cheater, hater.

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flowsday night

Were gathered in a circle Of friendly acquaintances In a dimly lit room Listening to sad blues music. You're passing me too many things at once whilst my ears are bouncing off the facing walls on either side of me. I drop everything because For a moment I am where I should be. This feels right and my body feels right and my lips are numbing. I'm waiting for my 8 minutes But I wonder if I will miss them. I breathe out And giggle In a deep voice And again, It feels so right.

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all one

I'm walking home at dusk In the light rain With a head full of electronic music And ears full of rubber. I'm staying dry as my feet are becoming puddles And I walk faster to get home As they get more and more wet And are no longer part of my dry body. I reread the drunken mistakes for love letters I wrote to you and Wonder if my sober self will ever meet My drunk self. I wonder which one you have met. I wonder who is the better poet. A man hides in the shadows Only coming a light to say He should be my man. I laugh a little louder than I should And continue my Brisk wet Walk home. Alone.

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stumbling

Skinny tab at walkers on a Sunday. You made my tab and broke it. Stumbling on words and Legs and silly met glances. Tonight I feel great but tomorrow I will pay my tab. You want me to stumble over you And I don't want to. I want you where you're standing. I want to stop stumbling in transit. Lucky, lucky, You are not. feeding the plastic lips Tillthe lucks all gone Or the beer's all out- Whichever comes first. Now I'm stumbling on sports headlines And that cute little hair flip. I'm sitting Because I'm stumbling. and if you can still walk, Help me stumble out.

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#birthdayweek

Bloody Mary's and muffins for breakfast. Shooting pool, Swapping stories, And whooping ass (Almost equally) On eachother. Birthday week begins with whatever I want. It's five o'clock somewhere and that somewhere is here. I can hear voices from the television creeping through the bathroom walls, But the door is closed So I assume someone is watching it And I am no longer alone in my house. What an odd feeling; To not know.

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1000 in 1

I dreamt 1000 things in one sleep. I would sleep and wakeup and sleep again. Run on dreams are way more entertaining than run on sentences. I should hang my dream catcher somewhere other than my kitchen. This morning at 11:11 all I wished for was an awesome life. I used to wish for you, but wishes can't change your mind and neither can I. My friend Molly made a love potion but it's only temporary. I don't need a love potion- I need someone that wants to live while I live. Share parts of life with me. I want skin on my skin. An instant melty feeling, when I look into your grey eye's. Moreover, I need you to have those qualities because I already do.

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technicalities

Keeping it technical. Familiarity floats in amongst the sounds. But some are more familiar Than others. Perceiving what I choose to perceive in the perception I wish to accept. You're laughable And you're talking to that nasty cunt. Everyone[not everyone] here Is laughable. Surround yourself with the happiness you wish to live amongst and settle for nothing less. Sometimes a thing doesnt need a conversation because you just know. And if you don't just know maybe that truly is your problem. I know And if I dont I sure as hell act like I do. I didn't watch Walker Texas Ranger as a child To grow up like a sissy.

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gone

Bout to get high on chicken wings, football, and beer. Bro time for the I-don't-give-a-fuck's. Cut off all my hair Because I don't give a fuck. I hate the song playing so much I kind of like it. What happens in the karma reciprocal when you kill off people who may or may not be alive. You weren't leaving the state, You just wanted a bigger sip than everyone else. Selfishness only gets you as far as the next place you go.

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black&white

Jazz music creeping out my shitty speakers. College radio station jam. boots and skirts or boots and cats, whatever helps us win. my president is black, and white. So what. I tried to put my race as Native American on my third grade end of year test and my teacher told me I was white. Jazz drum solo. You're "accidentally" texting me and I am trying to ignore you. Que various saxophones. If everything turned out like we wanted, we would grow complacent. I am no sheep but Ill share some wool To keep warm.

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uhhnhh

I go to the bar with no appetite for liquor- Or anything alcohol related - On the night no means two shots of shitty house whiskey. It may be whiskey Wednesday but yesterday was tequila Tuesday and I lost. My technology is far slower than my thinking capacity. I would like to return to DC to browse the free museums, But mostly I would like to paruse you. Big kid things for big kid people, Though everyone gets a little upset when they don't get what they want. You know what I want.

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in real life?

Sometimes riding in a car is like riding on a rollercoaster. Always keep a pen handy. soaring through white lines like I'm in a video game. Cake is oozing out the car speakers, and I can't see what I'm writing; only guage the amount of space it takes up And trust my hands.

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in real life?

Sometimes riding in a car is like riding on a rollercoaster. Always keep a pen handy. soaring through white lines like I'm in a video game. Cake is oozing out the car speakers, and I can't see what I'm writing; only guage the amount of space it takes up And trust my hands.

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make say

Miscellaneous films and second guessed over the shoulder glances. My heart beats hard and I can feel it pumping my veins. lights from the TV's catch my eyes at every wrong turn of the head. you promised to be honest. I never promised, But what's a promise anyways when you can't please everyone. Stop saying you will and do what you talk about. stop stealing glances, and start making moves.

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get it

Follow the leader, one by one, Let yourself be absorbed. this will all be different soon. Catch yourself slipping- you're sinking in the mud. But I'm not and don't pull me. We're both having head problems, but some are better than others. I'm walking through the trees and the lights glide beside me. I want to see it later so I try to catch the gliding somewhat successfully on film. Things will never be perfect and I am still so, So, young. But I got the picture.