I Need Someone, Anyone, To Start Writing George O’malley X Reader Fanfics. I NEED TO READ ABOUT 007

so true

i don’t know if i’ve ever posted about this before but this is the actual house i wrote house in nebraska about. it’s called the wasden house, it’s by the highway just south of quitman, georgia. a man killed his sister and her husband in 1937 there because they threatened to commit him to an asylum. an old friend of mine used to live down the road, we would drive by it all the time right after high school and i’d daydream about it constantly. i hope it goes up for sale every day. 

Every single day the voices in my head whisper to me that I should get a spine tattoo…they’re getting more convincing

hi besties!!! this next monday will be my exam in mr.k’s class. that means after monday i won’t be returning to his class again :((((

despite despite despite

we have what was, and today i have more to talk about.

okay so i think i already talked about how he checks in on me when i miss a day of school, which is frequent due to disabilities of mine. but he’s also very, shall i say, forgiving. he has told me, because i only have two classes and won’t be coming on friday for first period exams, that he isn’t going to mark an absence for the time post-exam for studying. which sounds dumb but the conversation went something like

me: so i don’t have a first period so i just don’t come in on friday?

k: mhm, but if you don’t come in i’ll have to mark you absent…

me: oh…so do i have to come in?

k: we’ll im telling you i’ll just mark you absent

me: …okay…i don’t think i’m picking up the subtext

k: whispering im not marking it as an absence!

then it clicked!

a little while later, i didn’t have work to do, (which btw he never stops telling me how remarkable and amazing my grade is :3) i was reading. and with zero shame i’ll admit i’m a kindle reader. something about it is so motivating to actually read. i’m currently reading black ties and white lies im nearly 50% in and so far it’s alright. mr.k walks up, literally from no where like a fucking ghoul, and starts asking what i’m reading, boarder-line interrogation. (important to note, i was wearing noise canceling headphones, and actively reading a page with filthy filthy words. ) this man is a science teacher, who has admitted to having dropped out of school in his 9th grade and taking a GED course. he HATES reading. and king won’t stop asking about my damn book.

in hindsight i think he must’ve caught a few words from over my shoulder, it is a jarring catch when you pass by a book full of the most sinful snippets. any how, he inevitably gives up as i avoid questions because, y’know, im reading p0rn. he just ends up asking if it’s good, and if he should give it a read.

face, completely beet red. god the thought of him sitting down and reading the words my eyes glaze over and get addicted to is mortifying.

i obviously said “meh, kinda boring” !!!!!!! i lower my eyes to words like “throbbing”, “whine”, and much worse. BORING IS THE LAST WORD ID USE!!!!!!

he makes me dizzy.

i’m telling you now, if i weren’t a virgin, i’d be taking plan b like it’s a multi vitamin

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