The Life Of The Party

I’m glad I ran into you. I’m glad we saw each other after all this time. I’ve imagined it so often, you know? Tomorrow I’ll wonder if it even happened at all. I’m glad I ran into you! Somehow I feel so much lonelier than before. I, uh… well, I used to think I could call you. Go have lunch. Get married. As simple as that. The promise of all those high school physics film strips fulfilled. A little spill milk leaps back into pitchers. Broken teacups miraculously reassemble. Time really can — you know, time really can move in two directions. Time really can move in two directions. It doesn’t matter to the universe anyway. Which is to say… which is to say… I don’t know. Which is to say that I… I thought everything could still turn out. Now everything seems so much… more definite. It seems so much more real. It seems so much more final. A little milk, once spilled, cannot unspill. And a broken tea cup is always a broken teacup. You know, it’s funny, ‘cause everyone thinks that they shouldn’t mention you to me. But the omission… the omission only makes it worse. I’d like to hear about you sometimes. I love you. For better or for worse. You can take that on your travels.

(Source: your-bespoke-psychopath, via foreverhelena)

love-actually-is-allaround:

Parallels: Finn & Rachel - 3x22 - Goodbye and Jack & Rose - Titanic

both equally heartbreaking and horrible

Okay I get where you’re coming from but Rachel and Finn are nothing like Jack and Rose. With Rachel and Finn neither of them died!