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kati, 21. infp. ozarks. professional cat-herder, amateur pie-maker, full-time reblogger extraordinaire, and sometimes studio musician. this is a blog where quality comes to slowly and painfully die. my photos. about me.
a table, a chair, a bowl of fruit, and a violin; what else does one need to be happy?

forgot their prada at the cleaner's along with their hoodie and fuck-you flip-flops
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Holy shit. Ok so as many of you know I grew up proper poor, with a drug addicted mother. I moved put when I was 18, and I am still fairly poor but I have my own money.
And every single one of these things is applicable to me. That fucks me up.
You can’t know what it is to be poor until you are. And it leaves marks on you.
me too argh
especially the food one and the gift one and short term spending one (ESPECIALLY the clothes part, because lord knows i don’t need to replace the one pair of jeans in my wardrobe even if i can afford it until they literally disintegrate off of my person! and maybe not even then, whee duck tape!)
and that’s ridiculous bc i was barely even poor for like five minutes and it was only suburban middle class we-still-had-a-car-and-a-tv-and-a-house poor too, sigh
and by five minutes i mean six months on food stamps and 4 years of high school worth of subsisting on ramen and soda and mashed potatoes... but mashed potatoes are excellent so it all worked out in the end! lol but my dad actually still gets mad at me for buying bananas bc we're so used to having to buy shit that can't spoil that is some strangely permeative shit poverty that is some strange strange bullshit cracked poverty economy classFor a site dedicated to knob jokes Cracked can really nail it sometimes. I wore the same 5 shirts through school, from...
This is, broadly speaking, fairly accurate.
the purchases thing is still very accurate. even if there are good deals we pass them up because we’re afraid to plan...
Every single fucking word. Especially the bit about gifts. My God.
All of this. All of it.
Shit son. Bean counter right hereeeee.
my fuckin life story
I’m not even that poor and yet I recognise myself in that so much.
You can tell that he lives in Illinois. (We already knew he did, but still.) As for the rest of this? Yes. I’ve never...
this is so fucking true and why I have so much trouble being healthy and saving now =/
Ugh yeah. This. This is exactly where I am right now. I wasn’t really that poor growing up, upper to comfortably middle...
DID YOU MEAN MY LIFE
I fit into all of these categories. :/
Oh hey, look, it’s me! “When you don’t have the extra cash, you don’t know how to handle it when you do get some.”
Wow….this is so accurate….I feel depressed now lol
Oh, man. I winced with familiarity at too many of those. (My parents, mind, were never the “WINDFALL! SPEND!” types,...
yeah the gift thing. yeah. made worse by the fact that me and my mom have the same mental illness and a big part of it...
all that green shit...plate?” Sounds
I am in 12th grade right now. I’m still wearing clothes I’ve had since 6th or 7th grade. ”YEAH, THERE’S A STAIN ON THE...
I feel like an ass saying this because I didn’t grow up poor… But grad school is starting to do this to me.