G.W.(a)C.H.

@everything-you-feel-is-real I know by tumblr tradition that I'm to say "impossible, my posts never blow up like that," or "please don't do this to me."

pack it up boys we've made a social blunder

let's run that again

one more time normal style

I'm going to become a statistic

further proof god is out to get me

it's because I tore my acl senior year

I couldn't do it for religious reasons

my ex took my talent in the divorce

The Animals - House of the Rising Sun (1964)

Silver Jews - New Orleans (1994)

Give me more and move love until the love makes me writhe and disappear ♫ Like being born again ♫ Love is right here, love is right here ♫ Like a gemstone hiding within an ancient stratum ♫ Ah, Yodh, even though I've yet to see you ♫ Ah, more and more ♫ Ah, more and more. ♫ Ah, more and more ♫ Ah, how I wish I could experience a more fiery, passionate love with you ♫

Yes, I was tearing through books constantly, and talking to this teacher at least weekly. Because even though I always loved reading as a kid, literature was always a very weak subject for me in terms of a teaching-to-standardized-test school setting (I just do awful on "what color were the curtains" type multiple choice questions. Those details don't stick in my memory THEY JUST DON'T). But that didn't matter for this class. I could just read my way out of any bad test score. I have always had fond memories of how I "fudged" my way through that class and "abused' the extra credit policy.