“Right now I need for you to not talk, okay? It’s ’cause you’re head of the hospital now, right? That’s why you haven’t called me in 11 days. Because I hate myself. I hate that I know how many days it’s been since we hung out. And I hate myself even more for asking you about it, like some needy… boring, boy-obsessed little girl… who I’m not. Let’s be clear about that. But I d– I– I do need to…
“I’m in love with that intern out there, but I won’t tell her. And I keep saying to myself I won’t tell her because everyone I love turns out to be crazy or mean or cancer-y or– or leaves. But the thing all those women have in common is me. They were all fine before they met me. I’m… damaged goods or something. So you’re not the worst person in this closet.” – Grey’s Anatomy
If you love something let it go,
If it comes back to you it’s your,
If it doesn’t, it never was.
“There comes a time in life where everything seems narrow. Choices have been made. I can only continue on. I know myself like the back of my hand. I can predict my every reaction. My life has been cast in cement with airbags and seatbelts. I’ve done everything to reach this point and now that I’m here, I’m fucking bored. The hardest thing is knowing whether I’m still alive.” – Mr. Nobody