❝It's Body and Soul,

precious divine energy

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    Camille Sabrina Lafaye. Bassist, aspiring song writer and singer. New Orleans born, grown in Detroit. 24, living in Harlem. You can find me bringin' folks drinks at the coffee house up the street.
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--mun is 21+ muse is of age unless otherwise stated [nsfw is pretty sparse, but may show up and NOT under readmores.] Multiverse ; singleship. If you'd like to plot or just start a roleplay feel free to message me!
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Anonymous sent: You're so pretty YOU'RE SO PRETTY!!!!


  • Do not forget Michael Brown
  • Do not forget how the media dehumanized him and tried to justify his murder
  • Do not forget how peaceful protests were painted as savage riots
  • Do not forget police armed with military grade weapons terrorized and arrested black civilians
  • Do not forget Darren Wilson being awarded over $200,000 in fundraiser donations for murdering an unarmed black child
  • Do not forget that this system was not built to defend us, but to control us
  • Do not forget Ferguson 
// My God you are so utterly gorgeous! <3

…dude r u like, trying to marry me bc… 



"Lit up? Nah, nah, I - I don’t smoke up anymore, man. Why d’you look like that? Did someone piss you off? Speaking of lighting, I’m gonna have a smoke." Taylor offered her a cigarette from his pack, only to realize moments later that she liked cigars better and take one out for himself. "Right, dude." He shook his head and fumbled with his matches, finally succeeding at lighting it and taking a long drag.


"So what are you doing around here?"A drunken Taylor was a funny sight - more jittery than usual yet looking relaxed as he could ever be. The contrast between his bouncing leg and his tired eyes was immediately evident.

      Concern nearly gave way to humor, and the warring of the two was made obvious on her face as he answered her. Little room was given for her to speak again, as Taylor absently offered and retracted a pack of cigarettes. When he did manage to find a break in his words by way of his own smoking, she gently assured him that she wasn’t at all upset, being sure to put even more sugar in her tone than customary,

  “…’m jus’ tryna figure out why you out hea’ all on ya own, baby…

      His sudden curiosity pulled an arch to her brow, one that dripped in scrutiny as well as the gaze that she bathed him down with.

  “How ‘bout I tell you if you tell me, huh?”


Cast Iron Skillet, The Only Way to Fry Chicken
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Cast Iron Skillet, The Only Way to Fry Chicken



Esperanza Spalding - “Jazz Ain’t Nothin But Soul”

I am going to dive into my drafts today c,x i’ve missed writing so much thank you beautiful people for sparking my inspiration again  x*

Anonymous sent: <3<3<3<3<3

Anonymous sent: Davids father died R.I.P

      Her silence fell for a while… much longer than what could pass and still be considered comfortable, but in truth, it was difficult to keep in mind that someone else had even just spoken to her. Camille was still trapped in her own horror, caught in the stranglehold of grief that she somehow felt was not her right to possess—much less  to display.

The message was delivered to a soul already consternated by this very news. Phone calls and concerned texts had already littered the small lit device at her fingertips, all from people who were and still were friends to she and Dave when they were still a young and loving couple.

Even in Dave’s current reality, in his longstanding marriage and in the wake of his new baby’s arrival, she was still victim to the news of Dave’s father passing; from the second it came to her knowledge, she was devastated and simultaneously bound to silence, lest her remaining feeling and her continuing heartbreak be unveiled and tarnish her entire standing within the music community.

Her eyes flitted upward from their cemented place at her lap. Brown pools now were surrounded with reddened irisis and welled with helplessness. Some soft, fullhearted attempt at an answer parted her lips, but it was reduced to not but their resealing. Fresh lines of her tears trailed down her cheeks, framing the now trembling line of her mouth as she shook her head. What she couldn’t communicate verbally was spilled through the language of her body. She was aware, her heart was torn for him… she wished to be there for him, to comfort him, to love him as she only knew how to and only ever wanted. But what was there for her to do? Camille was not Dave’s wife, in fact, she no longer held precedence in his life at all. Much more, he had a brand new life to look after… one that was half his and half another’s to help heal and mend what had been lost.

Her head dropped, and her shoulders shook in her silent and restrained sobs.