Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 104

Honestly, this is the ultimate Eid aesthetic

Honestly, this is the ultimate Eid aesthetic

"You’ll lose it if you talk about it."

“You’ll lose it if you talk about it.”

- Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises (Scribner, 1926)
innnamorata Hemingway warning us about nazar #staywoke (via chalaki)

hope y'all are ready for my Eid selfies tomorrow because I’m gonna be outta this world

hope y'all are ready for my Eid selfies tomorrow because I’m gonna be outta this world

He smiles when you come home. Likes woodwork, trinkets and baking cakes in the silly aprons you get him every year for his birthday. He blushes when you kiss him on your second date. He still blushes when you kiss his throat. He sees the universe in your e

oh, how soft 

"When a person tells you that you hurt them, you don’t get to decide that you didn’t."

“When a person tells you that you hurt them, you don’t get to decide that you didn’t.”

- Louis CK

Someone who makes the worst nerdy jokes and lies on your stomach and plays with your hair idly and murmurs into your neck and clenches his jaw and touches your face when he realises you're upset and looks at you like you're a clear picture of Pluto

Salma, you can’t take part in this game because you know things, get out.

Your aesthetic is tiny Muslim girl who writes poetry with big tall scary bearded man who is soft inside

I am so DOWN with this aesthetic, like yes, okay, good.

there is a difference between kissing someone because they are...

there is a difference between kissing someone because they are attractive and kissing someone because words can no longer accurately express your feelings for the person

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Tell us about your family please! Are you an only child? What's your favourite thing about each family member? Do you look like your mom or dad? Who hold you when you cry? Who came to you when you were young and had nightmares? Who brought you to your firs

I have two brothers who are much older than me, my mum always said that she prayed to God for 8 years for me and when I arrived it was the happiest day of her life, I make her sad a lot nowadays because I don’t agree with anything that she says, lately after I come home from work I lie down beside her and put my arms around her bare belly and can’t believe that I came out of her, my dad is unhappy a lot of the time and you can see it in his eyes, he’s a very quiet man, I have his feet and my grandmother’s spirit. my mum’s forehead, and nose, not her spirit. she doesn’t have much of one. i love them both very, very much, but i don’t think either of them know that.