Wrong. The solution is tequila. Always. 

TOO MUCH. I don’t know how I am supposed to wait until the fall for the new season. 

(via pageshepherd)

“I lied, I’m not… out of this relationship. I’m in it. I’m so in, it’s humilating. Okay, here it is. Your choice, it’s simple- her or me. And I’m sure she’s really great, but I love you, in a really, really big, pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me. Choose me. Love me.”
— Meredith Grey- Grey’s Anatomy

(via shades-of-greys)

I have never freaked out more during a television show than I did during this scene.

(via shades-of-greys)

Not all, but a good amount.