Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 196
November 4, 2014
"Wait for someone who bumps mouths clumsily with yours because they’re too busy smiling to kiss you..."
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Hey I wrote this! Quit plagiarising, it’s very, very sad
"Everything we do is a choice. Oatmeal or cereal. Highway or side streets. Kiss her or keep her. We..."
- Pushing Daisies
How can I get my creativity back?
Do the things that made you feel creative in the first place:
Take very long walks on your own
Listen to moving music with headphones on
Start a scrapbook or a journal
Go and stand outside and look at how wonderful and strange everything is
Lie on your bedroom floor for as long as you need
Sit in public places and notice the way people interact with each other
Find new artists on Youtube that make you feel funny inside
Make something that you did all by yourself even if it’s not that great
Shows and the theatre and gigs
Read a book that you really really enjoyed and haven’t read in a very long time
5000letters:
i’ve started watching Pushing Daisies and i already feel like i’m not emotionally...
i’ve started watching Pushing Daisies and i already feel like i’m not emotionally stable enough to handle this show
update: have just finished episode 2 and am already a) craving pie b) craving a tall dark haired sweet looking man to bake me said pie and c) upset over the thought of not being able to touch someone you love, the last being unrelated to the first two
"It takes years as a woman to unlearn what you have been taught to be sorry for."
- Amy Poehler in Yes Please
Sat on the roof watching the sky change in seconds and sometimes...
Sat on the roof watching the sky change in seconds and sometimes I just wanna take the world in my hands and eat it whole and I’m wonderin’ how strange and brilliant it would be if people followed and kept shifting over and over you’d never recognise anyone you’d just have to keep loving them anyway
I read your words, and they crashed in my heart like an ocean against the rocks. I went a little further and saw you... What beauty to behold. I read even further to try and understand your soul. It's depths I cannot fathom, but it is beautiful and strong
What a lovely message to receive! Thank you so much xx
I read your words, and they crashed in my heart like an ocean against the rocks. I went a little further and saw you... What beauty to behold. I read even further to try and understand your soul. It's depths I cannot fathom, but it is beautiful and strong
What a lovely message to receive! Thank you so much xx
"In another world you and I would have been perfect for each other. Don’t ask me how I know this, I..."
In another world you and I would have been perfect for each other. Don’t ask me how I know this, I do. This isn’t a question or a prayer or a hope. These are the facts: in another world, we would have been perfect for each other. In this world I imagine that I would still drive you crazy. That’s okay, I wouldn’t want it to be different. Because I’ll still call you lazy and you’ll still be trying to figure me out and we’ll still be touching each other at all hours of the day. No complications. Just like that. So easy that we could never imagine that in another world it wouldn’t be just the same. Just like when you drop juice on your beard and I wipe it away with a finger. Like that. Just like feeling cold in the winter and rolling over to curl into the warmth of you. Like that. Just like running knuckles down the bridge of your spine and feeling your arch like a cat.
In this world, we are kissing each other constantly. I am always trying to drink the coffee from your mouth and I am always unwilling to let you finish your sentences. We are childish in our longing and these are all kinds of kissing. Desperate ones, bird pecks, nose touches, long, slow tongue-filled cusps. These kisses feel like enough because they are. Because there is no time limit and no guilt. Because in this world, I know that you will take me by the hand and undress me and press your mouth to the parts of me that I hate the most. I will still hate them but you will not and that will stay the same.
In this world, we are always fighting for who’s on top and most of the time, you win. My wrists will end up caught in your hands, your teeth marks on my shoulders for days. But there are quiet moments in nondescript evenings when I will sit on your lap with my hands on your shoulders and our spirit music is swelling everything with emotion, you will take my chin into your hands and look into my eyes and say ‘you consume me.’ In both this world, and the other one, I will shiver from the onslaught of you.
But right now, I will think about putting my hands on your chest and feeling your exhale, I will tell you about the songs I like and how I hope they will make your soul feel joyful. In the world we live in, I will call you at 2AM and fall asleep to the noises you can only make at night. We will talk about our days and the distance and everything in between and it will be so easy and so full that I will breathe the words down the line to you so gentle that you won’t hear them. I will say ‘in a perfect world, we would be wonderful together.’ And you will breathe in a gasp of tired acknowledgement and say ‘yes, i know.’
”- Azra.T "A Perfect World"
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