“it seems quaint now, doesn’t it? the flood in the kitchen, the poison oak, the fight that leaves you shaking with rage. would it have helped if we could see what else was coming? would we have known that those were the best moments of our lives?” - excerpt from grey’s anatomy
packing the past 5 months into a suitcase
with so few days left,
i wish i could take back all the petty fights i picked
seems like such a waste of time now
