Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 200

Your poetry ignites more in me than any other literature I have been blessed with.

You little charmer, you know how to say all the right things! :*

"There is a rebellion lighting fires underneath my skin, and I am too scared to tell my mother about..."

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There is a rebellion lighting fires underneath my skin, and I am too scared to tell my mother about it. I am dragging my old self out of dirty corners and brushing her down. I am telling her to put her chin up and her armour on. I am saying ‘you will fight for what you believe in even if you have gone your whole life thinking that the fight is wrong.’ It is not wrong, or ugly, it is sacred. There is more to me than what I have been told. There is more to me than anyone will ever know. Not my unholy wants or the voice in my head that is telling me that I shouldn’t. I know that voice. It sounds like my mother’s and it sounds like mine except hers is cracking down the middle and she is saying ‘you have let me down’ and mine is saying ‘if you don’t keep going, your back will break.’ They are at war and they are loving each other. At this moment, I am not sure how both can exist at the same time.

But I will remember here and now, that I am more spine than i am anything else. I am more heart and fury and fire. I am the 20 years of learning to love myself and the other 20 that it will take to convince me that this love is worth more than can be given to me by any man. Give me your new streets, give me your rocketing ideas, give me the gunpowder so I can put it under my tongue and let the words say it all. Not centuries of tradition, not godliness or cleanliness or docility. I will carry my fight with me. I will keep it in a pouch under my heart and when she says ‘what has become of you?’ I will undo myself gently, lay it all at her feet and tell her ‘today, I am more myself than I have ever been’, I will tell her ‘thank you, thank you, I love you.’

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- Azra.T ‘Gunpowder Tongue’ 

I thought you liked Eleanor & Park? If you don't, what about it was what made you not like it? (I don't mean this to sound mean or defensive, it's just a curious question) x

No omg I don’t just love Eleanor & Park. That’s an understatement. That book ruined me. I have never cried as much I don’t think for any novel like that, not even The Book Thief. And then I read Fangirl and that was a double whammy too. Rowell does things with words that physically hurt. Which is why I said that I shuddered. Because I remember how they made me feel and I’m like ‘fuck.’

I figure whenever I want to be emotionally and spiritually ruined I’ll just read a Rainbow...

I figure whenever I want to be emotionally and spiritually ruined I’ll just read a Rainbow Rowell book

I have beautiful thoughts but i can never make them beautiful written down.

That is truly okay! “A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.” - Roald Dahl 

Isn't tender so fragile? A stranger told me once I had the most tender eyes and I died a little bit inside. I can't see it in me, but I can see in your writing you have the most tender soul

so softly sweet, like being kissed on the cheek by a bird

I finally managed to figure out how to work the scanner! So here...

I finally managed to figure out how to work the scanner! So here are some pictures from my quote book! 

"This is how you lose her. You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the..."

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This is how you lose her.

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget.

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her

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- This Is How You Lose Her || Junot Diaz   

"The Gods called your nameand the seas turned dark;the earth quaked with power.You looked up at..."

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The Gods called your name

and the seas turned dark;

the earth quaked with power.

You looked up at Olympus

screaming at the gates;

“What will I become?”

The Gods fell silent, then-

with a thunderous roar replied;
"Who are you now?"

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- Achilles (via meduesa)

Azra, just wait for a man who will think you're a goddess in your finest wear and even at your worst. He may fear how deeply you love, but he'll jump in right with you. No regrets. He'll hold your hand, walking straight out of heaven into hell. There's hop

This was such a nice message to wake up to goshdarn