Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 145

Azra please tell me you wrote something inspired by Work Song by Hozier because I'm going crazy trying to find it and please please link it if you did!!

I did actually! It’s right here and it’s one of my favourite pieces xx

You are so pristine and resolute, you have fire in your eyes. The world wants to love you.

Holy fuck, I don’t know what to say… Wow.

I bought lingerie to look sexy for him and it's only made me self conscious. I was so excited buying it and now that I've put them on I cry and drink wine.

Okay so I’m super wobbly right? Like my tummy and my arms and my thighs and a couple of years ago, looking at myself in the mirror made me want to cry. Honest to God, I just wanted to claw it all off. It takes a lot of time of self love to become even okay with yourself let alone actually like yourself. It’s not so bad once you realise that you’re a) more than the way you look and b) whoever ‘he’ is doesn’t notice all the flaws you’re viciously picking out in yourself. Honestly. Men don’t notice. They’re just happy that you’re wearing lingerie and that they get to see you in it and touch you. If he’s preoccupied by cellulite or love handles or whatever perfectly human thing then he’s not the one for you and he probably shouldn’t be having sex at all.

"Sunday, I crack your skull to find thatwhat comes leaking outspells my name Monday, I hold your..."

“

Sunday, I crack your skull to find that

what comes leaking out

spells my name

Monday, I hold your hand so hard that

there are tears in your eyes

you press our fingers together, silence

Tuesday, you find the cigarette burns on my thighs

‘did you do this? I love you.’

you kiss me till I am healed

Wednesday, there are no words

we talk with tongues

I bite your mouth until blood

Thursday, our ribs together

look like an art installation  

I cannot stand the beauty of us

Friday, I leave

I am destructive and you are

spun sugar, a wine glass, fragile

Saturday, ———————-

—————————- “pick up

I miss you the most.”

Sunday, I crack my skull to find that

what comes leaking out

spells your name

”

- Azra.T., “VII” 

Alt-J — Taro

Alt-J — Taro

"In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who..."

“In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.”

- Robert Brault 

been feelin’ like a curiously fragile baby bird/ crying and smiling a lot/ resenting distances...

been feelin’ like a curiously fragile baby bird/ crying and smiling a lot/ resenting distances between the people you wanna touch so bad it feels like that’s all you were made to do

"I think you should stay. The doctors said there’s a gap between our hands that shouldn’t be there...."

“I think you should stay. The doctors said there’s a gap between our hands that shouldn’t be there. They said that it would stop aching eventually but it would burn until then. They said you can’t be homesick for another person, I don’t believe them though. My legs don’t like walking into rooms that you’re not in. Last night I couldn’t sleep in the bedroom because my knees wouldn’t take me up the stairs. My thighs had told them they missed your hips. Nothing is agreeing with me. I’m going to a cardiologist tomorrow just to make sure they didn’t miss anything. Look, the thing is, I’m already on fire for you, I’m already leaving my doors unlocked and my windows open, I’m hoping you’ll crawl back into bed with me, I’m hoping I’ll wake up with your hands around my neck and your name in my mouth. The doctors will call, I’m sure. They’re going to say ‘there’s a blockage, and it’s leaking but it’s nothing we’ve ever seen before.’ And I’ll tell them ‘yes, it’s my arteries, they’re tying themselves into knots, they miss him too.’”

- Azra.T “I Am Somehow Always in Mid-Search For You.” (via 5000letters)

how can i hurt someone who hurt me? :((

Unless you’re five years old, you have no excuse for asking this question. You don’t hurt people because they hurt you. If they mean something to you, you try to forgive them especially if they’re sorry. If they don’t, you leave them behind and move on.

"…I love you, what star do you live on?"

“…I love you, what star do you live on?”

- Conrad Aiken, “Chance Meetings” (via wordsnquotes)