Look. I love Grey’s Anatomy. Like, I really, really love it. I’ve been with the surgeons of Seattle Grace/Seattle Grace Mercy West/Grey Sloan Memorial hospital to the ends of the earth and through each ridiculous name change, and I will be with them til the bitter end when the Space Needle collapses on them or
Originally published on btchflicks.com, February 24, 2016 It’s been more than a decade and Grey’s Anatomy still thrills us with harrowing medical mysteries, last minute life-saving surgeries and, of course, surgeons hooking up in on-call rooms and falling in love from across the OR table. The TV series has always been as much about its surgeons’
I have the most fucked up feeling in my chest right now. I’m sorry for cursing, I know my mom might read this, but I can’t think of any other way to word it.
This is an amalgam of thoughts I had in the shower, between laughing at how Annalise from How to Get Away with Murder says “Mr. Gibbons” and wondering what I should eat for breakfast, and thoughts that have been weighing on my mind for a while now. I’m unsure of where this post is going,
