• Camille commented on the post, rewrite 5 years, 4 months ago

    A girl two nights ago told me she wanted to be a writer. She said her dad told her to write a page a day. (I’ve just read some bad slam poetry and now it’s making me consider a rewrite.)

  • Camille commented on the post, scuba 5 years, 5 months ago

    When I first met my cousin Daniel, I remarked two things, his ox tattoo and that he mentioned he was scuba certified. What did Sylvia Plath say about trying on different lives like dresses? It’s odd to think how many people I won’t be in this life.

  • Camille commented on the post, senator 5 years, 5 months ago

    In my lab reading last week Aristotle compared senator’s and many-leaved plants, or were they the parts of animals? I miss my mom.

  • Camille commented on the post, seldom 5 years, 5 months ago

    I can barely look at other boys without wondering what it means to love you. What’s that saying about ‘whatever people say they are, I notice they seldom aren’t.” Anyway.

  • Camille commented on the post, adorned 5 years, 8 months ago

    I wrote in my journal today about how bad I felt for the rest of the United States they didn’t adorn their selves in lei’s to celebrate every occasion.

  • Camille commented on the post, pairs 5 years, 8 months ago

    Yesterday when we were in Bois de Vincennes and making our way through fields of people, we had all paired off into twos to talk to one another and the sight of that relaxed me.

  • Camille commented on the post, pixels 5 years, 8 months ago

    I don’t know much about how technology works. I’ve had two boyfriends try to explain shutter speed to me and I guess I just wasn’t listening. I do feel like the curtains are drawn back on the whole show somehow, like the moment where the great and powerful Oz is revealed, whenever I zoom into a picture far enough to see the pixels.

  • Camille commented on the post, flee 5 years, 8 months ago

    Short, curled hair and polyester dresses with slow pulling zippers, wet from running through damp grass. These are the nicer, pre-horror images I have in my head when I think of people having to flee under the cover of nightfall for fear of being shipped off to camps.

  • Camille commented on the post, neon 5 years, 8 months ago

    When I went to see Spring Breakers all I could think about what Vampire Weekend singing about Balaclavas and my friend Diane and porn stars and who I was in middle school. Where are all the pictures of me from my youth? Am I not supposed to be reflecting on that time yet? On the years where I wore neon sleeveless hoodies from wet seal and enjoyed…[Read more]

  • Camille commented on the post, delve 5 years, 9 months ago

    Let’s delve a little deeper here. Where does my affection for somber, unkind boys come from?

  • Camille commented on the post, stratosphere 5 years, 9 months ago

    Into the stratosphere! I barely remember who I was, what I looked like or what interested me that year that I took community college astronomy. I just remember the host of all of the Exploring Space documentaries we watched and how he relaxed me in that dark room with only one working fan.

  • Camille commented on the post, casting 5 years, 9 months ago

    Although I want to stop myself from saying this, I feel that the two things that would make me feel better about myself as a person were if I knew how to style my hair and knowing how to make sweaters by hand instead of having to look up “casting on for a scarf” on youtube every time I wanted to knit something.

  • Camille commented on the post, checkmate 5 years, 10 months ago

    Knowing how to play chess, I think, would make me more confident. As would any other of the skills I sometimes daydream about having; to be able to read sheet music (and apply it to the piano), skateboarding, being able to lift my leg over my head, to generally be capable of any kind of hard work.

  • Camille commented on the post, leverage 5 years, 10 months ago

    Today I was walking down the street and someone walked past me who was wearing rose perfume. I could taste it in the air in front of me when I breathed. I missed the green house, I missed my mom and her perfume baskets. I think of the narrow bathroom where the sun streamed in through the window and I can’t think of things like leverage and fast walking.

  • Camille commented on the post, overt 5 years, 11 months ago

    I read in a card with my name on it that I was probably an extrovert. I feel overstimulated. Did I make this all up in my head?

  • Camille commented on the post, withered 5 years, 11 months ago

    She had bangs and only wore solid colors. I thought of a girl that I went to high school with, a girl that, standing next to her, made me feel obnoxious even when I wasn’t saying anything. I felt my existence pushing out on the surrounding space. She looked like a drying flower; withered.

  • Camille commented on the post, claims 6 years ago

    Claims. Crackling clam shell, crackling clams hell. The plaintiff claims he attracted bees not with his honey but with his bee.

  • Camille commented on the post, visitor 6 years ago

    visiting the temple in the back of kane’ohe i wondered if i would always be unhappy with you.