March 2011
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Mar 7th
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Anonymous asked: It's raining, it's pouring. The old man is snoring. He went to bed and hit his head and didn't wake up in the morning.
I figured it out.
I freaked out before cause I thought you erased your Tumblr. Then I realized I typed "stumblybumbly.tumblY.com"
Have a wonderful break, I love you.
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February 2011
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Im worried about my love hes suffering hes angry he hates everything hes mad at me and at them he wants to run away and escape to home to be ignored and to wallow and cry hes worried about his brother he knows about my father he doesn’t trust me he thinks I’ll cheat at Dorothys party hes a victim hes alone he thinks I dont understand he is willing to risk another life I should tell him...
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WatchWatch
silassssss: Instant fucking reblog. 
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Feb 15th
MY MUM IS LETTING ME GET A HEDGEHOG
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Feb 7th
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So I’ll let a pill feel for me and get some sleep for the night instead of lying there holding the phone unable to turn out the light  and the wee hours before the dawn  when it finally wears away I’ll be too weak to wake myself up and too miserable to face the day but I’ll be unable to hide from my thoughts  and I’ll be all alone  with no way to forget though I...
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January 2011
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Jan 31st
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strawberry problemberry
decemberists would be nice more snow so horny so tired so sick so high more sleep please also soup I fear these rice cakes I don’t want to yack please do not say pop tart the beautiful boy is soaking in our juices he loves me enough to be slightly sober how I love his bed how I hate his parents he is so different from them he is so strong and sad and pretty and dependent and has so much love...
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Overnight Games
crank up the heater turn out the light his skin against mine loving me all night tea in the morning but coffee for him his hip bones responsible for the bruises on my limbs introduced to his secrets able to be who I am the only reason I ever sleep is so I can dream of Sam love was never my friend but I am no longer aching the fear is finally gone and the rules I am breaking I have...
Jan 7th
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