Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 214

what book?

It’s called One Plus One by Jojo Moyes, it’s pretty subtle though, I’m just vocalising it :) x

ya know when you’re crushing on someone so you notice every small damn thing about them and...

ya know when you’re crushing on someone so you notice every small damn thing about them and all those little things light you up like a bug like when they wake up and smell sleepy and warm and it bowls you over or when they stretch and their t-shirt lifts up and that strip of skin damn well sets you alight or when they’re all pink and flushed and you just wanna touch their cheek with your cheek and it’s the most innocent way of falling into a person

you're so beautiful, everything about you

you guys are being TOO GOOD TO ME TONIGHT, it’s put me in such a wonderful mood, thank you!!!!

just letting u know ur a lilly blossom. tiger teeth wrapped in silk. such a soft and roaring fire. don't forget it. this has been a psa.

fuck, i just, i don’t even know what to say 

"Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be."

“Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.”

- Clementine Paddleford

Azra. I just want to thank you. Thank you for being a beautiful, intelligent muslim woman who writes prose that makes my heart crescendo like a church organ. Thank you for describing the poisonous arrow of a toxic relationship that has pierced my bones and

That’s my girl. You did good, so good. 

justlyrics:"Maps" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

justlyrics:

"Maps" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Azra, my love, you create beautiful tornadoes. Take good care of your hands. They make miracles happen.

come here right now and let me hold yours, you little wonder 

"He starts it off, as they always do, by saying, “I still want to be friends” but I am already on..."

“He starts it off, as they always do, by saying,

“I still want to be friends” but I am already

on the next subway, the next taxi, the next whatever.

I am thinking about dinner that night, or the next night:

Angus beef, sauteed chicken, mahi mahi fish tacos.

I am thinking about the coffee pot and runner’s knee

and how much money I have in my savings. I am

thinking about hypothermia and missing bodies;

all the knives in my bed. I am thinking about how

the very word promise sounds more like an undoing.

I am thinking about the easiness of mouths.

How they open. How they give so much but also

about how they take away the things our minds

have committed to that permanent place of the brain,

where memories continue to rattle around long after

we’ve stopped shaking. I am thinking about how

he has turned me into a lake and I’ve never learned

how to swim. I am thinking about how I now have to

unlearn all of his secrets. Become a tourist to his body

again, blink against the hurt. I am thinking about

expensive hair cuts and retail therapy, dressing room

girls who are used to outlandish requests from customers.

I am thinking that this isn’t a dress my mother

would approve of, but honey, I look so good in red.”

- Kristina Haynes, “The Breakup Sweats” (via fleurishes)

When it's your birthday?

June 24th :)