Yr Friend Camille
@yrouttasight
Art, music, film, 🌸💀🌸. A big orange cat named Bruce. Sociology grad student, Death Studies research. New Englander. Darkness hippie. She/her.
When rain approaches, these mushrooms pop up from the remnants of an old stump at the edge of the yard, where a large tree was cut down long before I moved here. You wouldn’t otherwise remember the tree was ever there. What I’m trying to say is maybe everything that dies someday comes back
I felt very lucky to attend Newport Folk this year. My photos are dogshit, but what a venue. What a show. Great vibes all around.
I’m no longer a tattoo person but this text would go so hard on my upper arm
Odiorne State Park. Really swimming around in the ol’ amniotic fluid.
The insurance money came in for my old car today. RIP old car.Thanks for carrying me on a bunch of adventures and for moving all my stuff around.
Happy Father’s Day to my dad who sends the most Dad emails with links to Dad Songs
This was up for grabs in my local buy nothing FB group but I was sadly too slow on the draw to have it haunt my house
“Hey Cami how’s your New Year’s resolution to read more fiction coming along?” It’s going poorly thanks for asking
Happy Pride everyone here is a fantastic poster featuring Patti LaBelle as a spokesperson for the National Minority AIDS Council (NMAC). Her national public health campaign, launched in 1987, was called "Live Long, Sugar" LIVE LONG, SUGAR. I love you. 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
Last two summers I’ve stared out at these irises and watched them bloom, wither and die and only now did it occur to me that I could…pick some? And put them in a vase. So I can look at them inside too.
Working over a holiday weekend is fine when you have a cat who is always just a little bit in the way
Bruce likes what he likes and what he doesn’t like? Well that’s not so bad. Could be worse.
God I love this picture of my mom. You just know my dad said some goofy bullshit right before he took the photo
Good afternoon from the Turkish restaurant near my mom’s place that does not fuck around about their house made lavash bread