I love Grey's Anatomy…I love them because they are pretty people…But not too pretty. Meredith’s hair is always in the wrong place. Cristina’s makeup is never there, but always there at the same time. George isn’t conventionally attractive, nor is Calliope and Burke. Everything is always just in a certain way that is normal…Regular…Human. Everything is believable.
It’s sad. Every episode is sad. Someone dies. Someone lives. Someone struggles. Life is like this. We all have a friend who is perfect. We all have a friend that struggles, but makes it…Above anything; we all have trials and tribulations. We are all human. As much as we would all love to lie and think that our lives are perfect, we all realize that it will crash around our pretty knees eventually.
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