Eeyore
The Gloomy Donkey of Hundred Acre Wood
Thanks for noticing me. Again.
I live in a house made of sticks that falls down more often than not — seems about right. I don’t expect much, and when I get it, I’m not surprised it’s broken. My tail comes off, my friends try to help, and I let them. It’s the thought that counts, even if the balloon pops.
What I'm Into: lost tails, collapsing houses, empty honey pots, quiet corners, birthday parties that end early
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