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Here I come, with my OG blitz kid cottagecore! Didn't we already used to have a thread, for this? I could have sworn it. I'd add some photos of this summer's beautiful tomatoes, as dark as our hearts - but all of my images exceed the maximum file size.

Blue corn this year.

I really need new glasses. I just read "American Heroes Collection" as "American Herpes Collection"

It’s wild that I never commented in this thread. But really, what wasn’t I bullied for? I was poor, I was ugly, I was too skinny. The boys would tell everybody that I was a pirate’s dream because of my sunken chest. I had very few things of value. In the ninth grade, I was given a purse that my grandmother made for me. It was very popular style at the time, but none of us could afford to buy them from the store. they were girls in my classes. It would do horrible shit to my clothes into my hair. One girl tried to light my hair on fire in Spanish class. That was really scary. I don’t know why almost everything I’m saying happened in Spanish class, though. The boys overheard me talking about how much I loved my purse with the only two friends I had in school. So during Spanish class one day, it disappeared. I got up to go to my next class, and it wasn’t there. I started to panic. There was nothing important in it, other than a lipgloss. But it was the purse. My grandmother made me, and it meant a lot. One of the boys said that he thought he saw my purse in the boys bathroom and he brought me in there, and there were all the other boys. Each one of them took a healthy shit in one toilet, and then they pushed the purse. My grandmother made me into it. I will never forget that as long as I live. my husband just asked me if any of these ass clowns were going to be at the 40 year reunion, next month. I honestly have no clue. I doubt it highly, since most of them I hadn’t seen since middle school. But their words did a lot of damage. I’m still working on undoing the damage.

Never forget the blood.

I saw a lady friend last weekend that wore a necklace of red beads arranged to look like someone had sliced the wearer's neck. It was perfect.

not this.