THIS IS SO TRUE.
Game Of Thrones is an incredible book, but even watching the show with my boyfriend is awkward.
Part of a To Write Love on Her Arms campaign…
This is beautiful.
Laughing forever.
Okay, first you kill off Lexie Grey, right when Mark gets his act together and realizes that they’re meant to be.
NOW YOU GIVE WILSON CANCER RIGHT BEFORE THE SERIES ENDS? COME ON.
This used to be my life, these nights are what I looked forward to the most.
You’ve been home for an entire month now, and I get to game with you, and show you links that I think are cool on my computer, and not be lonely, and say goodnight to you every night in person.
I still can’t believe it :)
Okay, let’s flashback to May 2010, with “Sanctuary” and “Death and All of His Friends”…the most gripping hours of television I can remember. That episode was insane. The shooter, and Derek, and Meredith being pregnant, and Dr. Reed, and oh my god. I cannot handle it again! The season finale this May is called “Flight”…and a beloved character dies. In the last episode, Richard was discussing upcoming flight plans. I CAN’T DEAL WITH CHIEF DYING, I CAN’T.
“I love you. Oh God. Oh, my God, that just came flying out of my face. I love you. I just…I did it again. I love you. I do. I just, I love you. And I have been trying not to say it. I have been trying so hard to just mash it down and ignore it and not say it and… Jackson is a great guy. He is. He’s gorgeous and he’s younger than you, he doesn’t have any grandkids, or babies with his lesbian BFFs, and he’s an Avery, and he liked me, you know? He really liked me. But it was never gonna work out, because I love you. I am so in love with you. You’re in me. You’re like— it’s like you’re a disease. It’s like I am infected by Mark Sloan and I just can’t think about anything or anybody and I can’t sleep. I can’t breathe. I can’t eat. And I love you. I love you all the time. Every minute of every day. I love you. God, that feels good to just say that. I feel so much better. I love you. …Mark?”
I hate the way I react to stupid things, it will honestly be the death of me.
I hate worrying, I hate that dread in the bottom of my stomach, it’s not something I mean to do it just…happens.
Someday, maybe it will cease entirely. Until then, thank you for being so patient with me.
“I get that life is kind of stupid, and it’s mostly hard, and it’s easy to hate yourself, but don’t. The fact that you are even here on this planet, alive, is a mathematical miracle and you should not spend the time that you have being busy being miserable.”
