Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 113

Happy Early Birthday! :-) *warm hug*

Thank you baby! It’s officially past midnight here so I’m 21 which is weird because I still feel like I’m growing skin!!!

"Do you imagine at night someonegoing to bed the very momentyou are going to bed? Turningout the..."

“Do you imagine at night someone

going to bed the very moment

you are going to bed? Turning

out the light?

And isn’t it so quiet you swear

the heart is telepathic.

Isn’t it—”

- Beckian Fritz Goldberg, Eros in His Striped Shirt (via poemusicoffee)

arthetic:Tim Etchells

arthetic:

Tim Etchells

"How desperate I became. To erase. To unmake my mouth, my pulse. / To unlive."

“How desperate I became. To erase. To unmake my mouth, my pulse. / To unlive.”

- Jeanann Verlee, from “Fleeing the Murder (The Child),” Said the Manic to the Muse


(via lifeinpoetry)

What's your favorite Hozier song?

It has got to be Work Song!

5000letters:I’m a sunshine baby todayI’ve been tagged...

5000letters:

I’m a sunshine baby today

I’ve been tagged for the six selfies thing but I haven’t taken a good picture in 105 years so here is a photoset where I look bangin’

I want to take you to another world and make you feel everything you deserve

Sweet thing, let’s go!

Azra! You live in Southampton???? I live in Portsmouth!

That’s so close! You should come see me, we should get coffee!

before we leave, I rearrange everything. I climb into you...

before we leave, I rearrange everything. I climb into your jumper and stretch it with the weight of my body. I leave my hair on your clothes. I wear myself messy so you see me everywhere. I cry and cry and cry. An ocean of saltwater all against the soft beating hum of your chest. You close your hands around my face and wipe with your fingertips. I close my eyes and try to memorise how your hands feel. I cry and cry. I create a new body of water on yours. You say aren’t you happy. I say the happiest I’ve ever been.

niqabisinparis:i lowkey don’t like the label “hijabi” because it implies permanence and leaves no...

niqabisinparis:

i lowkey don’t like the label “hijabi” because it implies permanence and leaves no room for fluctuation. fluctuation in faith, in circumstances, in ideology. you’re put in this box, separate from the “those non hijabis.” you’re bombarded with new standards, new forms of policing, new responsibilities that your male counterparts don’t inherit when they decide to grow hair on their faces. it’s just a piece of cloth after all. I was “that non hijabi” not so long ago and Allahu alam if I will be one again. what if I decide to show my forearms? or not care about hair peeking out the front of my scarf? or show my feet? or ankles? what if I’m not timid and soft spoken? have I crossed the threshold into a “non hijabi”? what are the real standards? why do I have to justify everything I decide to do with my body? and why are we so insistent upon categorizing and dividing Muslim women based on how they choose to or choose not to cover? why do we have to become the factor that determines whether or not this ummah is on the right path? what about me keeping this very intimate and personal experience between me and my Lord is so threatening to the Islamic community as a whole? I didn’t sign up for this.