You Wait | Thought Catalog

You wait by the phone. You wait there day and night. You’re tethered to it. Every buzz, every ring is The Call. You slam the phone down in misdirected frustration when its anything else. You torture telemarketers. “Fuck you, Omaha Steaks. Fuck off and die!”

You secretly hope they’ll call back. This is only the tip of your rage iceberg.

You wait for The Call, and finally it comes.

“You need an MRI,” says the pathologist. “Unfortunately, it is cancer.”

Unfortunately. The word is comically under-equipped for delivering a cancer diagnosis. ‘Unfortunately, ma’am, we’re out of the fish special this evening. You could try the salmon and scallops – both are excellent.’ That’s where unfortunately belongs. It’s just sorry in a tux.

"You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again."

Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via perfect)

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"

Inside a book
I’ve been meaning to
read forever, I
come across you

decades later
and find again
words you wrote
to calm me when

we were together:
your photo pressed
like an aspen leaf
I guess I missed.

The scribble across
the back, your name—
if more was meant,
it never came.

There were others
(there’s someone now),
same as you.
And yet, somehow

among dust motes,
none of it matters:
a rush of breath
comes in then scatters.

"

David Yezzie, “This is my Proof” (via cigrette)

magrittee:

Rene Magritte - Youth Illustrated

calib-rate:

Edvard Munch - Kiss by the Window (1892)

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"Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future."

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close  (via theworldsgotmedizzyagain)

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