Caroline C.

@carolinerose.bsky.social

Archivist. Mental Health First Aider. Works @ TNA. Hiker. Dog guardian. Would always rather be up a mountain. She/her

Dawson’s Creek was my entire teenage years. I was obsessed in that unique teenage girl obsession way. I can’t believe James Van Der Beek has died. Cancer can absolutely fuck right off.

The dog doesn’t let me go to many exhibitions anymore (such a tyrant) but I made it to this one and omg, so glad I did. Just exquisite. To see them next to each other & read about their respective careers. Top notch (I say this as the most basic art person you’ll ever meet).

The Turner & Constable exhibition poster at Tate Britain

I had the loveliest dream about someone I love who died & we sat on a sofa & chatted and caught up about life. It wasn’t like they weren’t here anymore, almost like they’d just been in another room. I truly believe their spirit is still with me & it’s nice to check in from time to time 🩶

Does anyone know of any large collections of correspondence between women covering the 1910s-1960s? I have surveyed a huge collection covering 30+ years of friendship and I’m wondering how unique it is?

Seeing the Eras tour at Wembley was genuinely one of the highlights of my life and the docuseries they’ve released on Disney of it is everything I need rn (100% would recommend watching the final night show if you have Disney)

Instagram is my social media of choice but I can’t stand the last two weeks of the year. Too much “look at all I achieved this year” & “look at all my resolutions for the new year”. I just want the yeah, my year was average, no I don’t have resolutions apart from to get through the new year vibes

The trackpad on my work laptop is on its way out. Which would be fine normally, but this time of year is not generally my finest moment, so all I want to do is throw the laptop out of the window (which I think is probably frowned upon)