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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. project 365. 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
1895 satire in Punch magazine on wearing a bicycle suit despite lacking a bicycle
Gertrude: “My dear Jessie, what on earth is that bicycle suit for?”
Jessie: “Why, to wear of course.”
Gertrude: “But you haven’t got a bicycle!”
Jessie: “No, but I’ve got a sewing machine!”
Amended dialog:
Gertrude: “My dear Jessie, what on earth is that bicycle suit for?”
Jessie: “Why, to wear of course.”
Gertrude: “But you haven’t got a bicycle!”
Jessie: “It’s hardly my fault that you can’t handle how motherfucking punk I am, Gertie. You wish you were this swag.”
you wish you were this swag.