Word vomit


“I love you. Oh God. Oh, my God, that just came flying out of my face! I love you. I did it again…! I love you, I do. I love you, and I have been trying not to say it. I’ve 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, and 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 going to 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, and it’s like I’m infected by Mark Sloan and I 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. It’s every minute of every day. I love you.”

– Lexie Grey, Grey’s Anatomy

It may have been a year ago, but without fail, this scene just gets me every single time. Despite the flawless articulation I try to project all day long, I’m fairly certainĀ this is how my brain really functions when it’s trying to organize my thoughts so that I don’t end up sounding Lexie Grey-level insane.

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