Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 177

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My mom used to tell me when I was young “you’re a wildfire Paolo, be gentle, go slow.” But I never really understood. All the people I’ve been in love with told me “you’re too much for me.” I’ve come to the conclusion I am too difficult to handle, too hard to love. I feel like I’m loved by many but maybe my mom is right, I am a wildfire; pretty to look at, but from a distance

"I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore."

“I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.”

- Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)

You're absolutely stunning oh wow

Thank you!!! :*

Caitlyn tagged me in my six favourite selfies of 2014 and since...

Caitlyn tagged me in my six favourite selfies of 2014 and since I’m incredibly vain, here they are. (I look so much like my mother in my daisy dress that it is quite literally terrifying and also why I like it so much.)  

Today I turn twenty, and I would like to wish you a beautiful day love! Sending smiles and cute boys with beards your way :*)

Happy birthday you beautiful little dove!!! Enjoy it. Don’t let silly boys make your heart hurt.

do you like yuna/!????!?

I’m sorry you are very excited but I don’t know who or what that is!!!!!

Because art is too precious to be ruined by man's soiled hands, even if it was created by man as well.

I’m just a person, okay? A short little person. And I wanna be the kinda person people see on the street and think ‘damn her cheeks look really warm, I wish I could touch them’ or ‘she talks like she has a lot of interesting things to say’ because both those things are true. Please don’t put me on a pedestal. I’m not art. I’m messy and ugly and terrified and quite wonderfully human.

I just found this old picture of me and alonesomes where we went...

I just found this old picture of me and alonesomes where we went to eat in a Turkish restaurant and pretended to be an old married couple and she was like “Linda you just don’t listen to me” and I was like “Jeff, I want a divorce.”

You're a piece of art.

I don’t want to be. Nobody touches artwork. They just look from afar and move on.

your combined cuteness, sassiness, inability to take shits, talent, and wonderful taste in poetry are a gift to my dashboard

This is the cutest message and it makes me laugh because all I can think is “excuse you, my bowels are in perfect working order.”