#freddiesjournal

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I made a picture for you! It is on my tumblr. I've been having fun drawing a lot of walrus pictures lately in my notebook. This one is for you!

Is it the.. "you're a walrus, Harry"? IT'S KYUUT * u*

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[12:03:45 PM] Phill Q.: brother says hi -sort of speaking to him now-

[12:04:00 PM] ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ: tell him that i'm secretly a goldfish.

[12:04:05 PM] ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ: and tell him i say, "blub"

[12:05:44 PM] Phill Q.: well

[12:05:47 PM] Phill Q.: i just went in the kitchen

[12:05:51 PM] Phill Q.: and told everyone what you said

[12:05:56 PM] Phill Q.: and mom is still laughing

[12:06:19 PM] ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ: ...

[12:06:23 PM] ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ: i am

[12:06:25 PM] ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ: hilarious.

[12:06:29 PM] Phill Q.: and she told me to say "blub" right back at you

[12:06:30 PM] ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ: -hair flip-

[12:06:37 PM] ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ: how INSULTING.

[12:06:47 PM] Phill Q.: SHE DOESN'T SPEAK FISH

[12:06:53 PM] ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ: I don't want to continue conversation with that woman.

[12:06:55 PM] Phill Q.: OR GOLDFISH, FOR THAT MATTER

[12:06:56 PM] ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ: I am deeply offended.

[12:07:08 PM] Phill Q.: -is dying over here-

[12:07:11 PM] Phill Q.: -le tears of laughter-

[12:08:59 PM] ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ: -INSULTED-

[12:09:13 PM] ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ: Why are you LAUGHING. I was just INSULTED. BY YOUR MUM.

[12:09:20 PM] ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ: IN GOLDFISH.

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freddie: -sets down mug- -sits on Rylee again-

freddie: So. What shall we name our child.

Rylee: I.. I um don't know.

George Weasley: BABIES?!

freddie: Unique. But I don't think that'll fit well. -taps chin in thought- Hmm.

freddie: -looks over to Dad, laying back on wherever- .. Yeah? You seem shocked.

Rylee: -plays with Freddie's hair-

freddie: -looks over to Dad- Suggestions?

George Weasley: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm​mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

George Weasley: Molly.

George Weasley: Cause your grandmosther would die of happiness

Rylee: Could we name the boy George after dad?

George Weasley: ........................​........................​.....................

George Weasley: *dies*

George Weasley: *is dead*

George Weasley: *dead*

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asklucypence replied to your post: Nothing

Frucy is AU OTP.

Yes.

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it did. and i have nutella, and we are both naked. me gusta

cum 2 mi

this is so sticky omg

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I want to owl you, Rylee. I've sent you numerous letters before but I get no reply. I bet you burnt them. Or kept them. Either way, I'm glad you even saw them at all. There's this boy-- Oliver. He's really cute and sweet. He's really refreshing to have around and he makes a perfect distraction of when I'm about to tear up. It's hard to try and feel loved again when I'm thinking about you. I guess that just shows I'm selfish. I've always been selfish. I get jealous over people who I used to love. I get jealous that you never talk to me anymore, but you talk to others. I hear that you rarely talk nowadays. God, the things I would do to hear your voice again. .. Fuck, I think I'm shaking. My visions blurry and I'm all shivering. I think those are tears in my eyes. I'm not one hundred percent sure, honestly. If my handwriting goes all bad it's because I'm shaking. My chest aches whenever I remember how your lips shaped mine perfectly. And how the spaces between your fingers fit mine in like the finishing puzzle piece in a puzzle. Perfect. It really hurts, you know. You thinking that I don't love you. You thinking that you're not a good person. It makes me feel like I've failed completely. I failed to make you happy. I failed to hold onto you. I felt myself grow attached and I could feel myself pushing you away, when all I wanted was you to hold me close. Sometimes I go to our old spot in the grass, where you told me you were in love with me. I stare at the stars and have this same pang in my chest as I look over to the empty space next to me. I picture you next to me, smiling to me. Your fingers laced perfectly in mine. I'm drowned in happiness and love that I can no longer care about tomorrow. But then I realize those beautiful eyes of yours aren't actually there. Or your fingers. Or your touch. I sometimes accidentally grab at the empty space, trying to convince myself that it wasn't some kind of hallucination. I think I'm still in love with you, but I don't know. Every time I try to contact you, I feel so unwanted. I feel as though I ripped you apart. I bet I did. And I doubt you'd ever take me back. I'm so disgusting. I'm so repulsive. I don't even deserve to live, Rylee. I'm such a sick, selfish bastard that can never make up his fucking mind. I had happiness and I blew it. I screwed someone that I no longer loved, I still feel jealous over someone I cheated on. Why can't you see that I'm such an ungrateful asshole? Why can't you just realize I'm not as perfect as you think I am?! Why can't anyone see? Why don't I get the insults I deserve? Why didn't I just say yes to marrying you? Growing old with you? Raising a family with you? Where would we be now if I said yes? Where would we be? I'd probably not be crying, that's for sure. 

I better wrap this up, before I ruin this parchment with tears. 

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How many pets does Freddie own?

There's a toad.. and a turtle.. and.. a pug.. and what else?