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Posts by Yr Friend Camille
I have no fear of them now since my cat hunts and eats them
Nope not til tomorrow 😎
This is Boston discrimination
An Antiques Roadshow for gardening
Thinking back on when I saw Ted Leo rip through Shake the Sheets in a half hour flat then proceed to crumple my heart like a piece of paper with this Lisa O’Neill cover. The whole crowd was rapt so the quality of the video is actually great youtu.be/6vTvgmcY6UE
Oh hell yeah baby
Divine carcinization
Boy is my face red
*wrinkles nose* PLAYOFF HOCKEY
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Playoff hockey folks
In the words of Vonnegut, “we are here on earth to fart around”
Divine carcinization
😎
Divine organization or some shit
One thing I really love about my local fish market is they sell cheaper cuts of really expensive fish. Having king salmon for dinner because the tail cuts were one third the price of whole fillets
A whelk shell caked with dirt
Found a whelk shell in the back garden. Maybe I should put it ba— *lightning strikes my head*
Cento is the best! That’s the stuff I was raised on. I always figure it costs more but the price per meal is still so low
Rhode Island mobsters do not surprise me nor do they disappoint
Christopher Moltisanti standing at the pool table, cue in one hand and beer in the other, saying “Create a little dysentery amount the ranks?”
It’s been known to happen
Back in the skinny jeans days you would try on a pair of women’s jeans and they would have fake pockets. True misogyny.
Now jeans without pockets…that’s fucked up
Because it made dress pockets cringe
What would I keep in there? Something that slaps against my leg all day or creates a weird lump in the silhouette? No really it’s fine.
I actually think it’s perfectly fine if a dress doesn’t have pockets
A baby wearing long dark hair extensions and a white Carhartt beanie
My friend is unhappy with her kid’s first haircut so I sent her the Baby with 22” Extensions pic and I’m losing my shit about it all over again
Pen and ink illustration of a giant eyeball with long spindly legs, wearing a suit, staring out at a landscape. It is a humorous, literal artistic rendering of the following passage at the end of the first chapter of Emerson’s “Nature”: “Standing on the bare ground,— my head bathed by the blithe air,— and uplifted into infinite space — all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.”
Christopher Pearse Cranch, Illustration for Ralph Waldo Emerson’s Nature (1836)
You’re a sick man