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‘come with me’ said florence, as she floated along. her hands clutching on a garish yellow bag, her hippy dress blowing in the wind. as florence dragged along azealia, she smiled and said… ‘i see that from the jewelled bindi and horrible faux fur you’re wearing, you are also arty and alternative like me. let us indulge in our pretentiousness’

(Source: domo-nation)