I feel like i`m the guy in just my luck in which he has the shittest luck on the entire planet, who the fuck deals the cards on who has a fucking horseshoe up their ass and who just cant get a break of good news? Whoever it is I need to have a little talk with them…….
"Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t."
- Stephanie Georgopulus (via hellanne)