What I want to do when people smoke near me.
Nothing good lasts. People die, nights end, your heart breaks. But even though we know that all good things must come to an end, we shouldn’t give those things up. We should fight to keep them, even if we know we’ll lose.
I don’t understand why it’s socially unacceptable for me to just say “Excuse me, my uterus is currently weeping tears of blood for my unconceived child.”
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 grand kids, or babies with his lesbian BBF’s, 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. And you’re in me, 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 just, I love you all the time; it’s every minute of every day, and I love you. God, that feels good to just say that, I feel so much better. I love you.
— Lexie Grey (Grey’s Anatomy 8x22)
