Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 227

You have a flawless taste in Music. What are your favourite Daughter and Arctic Monkey songs? I would love to know your particular favourites. xxx

Thank you! My favourite Daughter songs are: Still, Love, and Medicine and for Arctic Monkeys: R U Mine, Arabella and Do I Wanna Know? xx

I’m at Hampton Court!!!

I’m at Hampton Court!!!

hello, Azra. do you have any poem about people who don't know how to love very well? btw, looking forward to buying your book! :)

I just reposted the closest thing I have to it! xx

"On the other side of that door, here is what you don’t know: I am aching and I am still in love with..."

“On the other side of that door, here is what you don’t know: I am aching and I am still in love with you. You don’t know this because I haven’t told you. I haven’t told you because I am not the same kind of brave that you are. I have to remind myself to be sorry a hundred times a day for not being what you need. I have not learned to peel myself like you. I have not learned to stand naked in front of people and not worry that they’re going to ruin me. Here is to you. Here is to your proud vulnerability. I am still learning. One day I will tell you with my chin up, proud. One day I will let you hold the shaking nerves of me. But today, I am still learning.”

- Azra.T “A Different Kind of Brave.” (via 5000letters)

Tell me how to love when he won't stop cheating. Please.

Stop. Stop loving. Stop doing that to yourself, damn. He doesn’t love you worth a penny if he’s going to cheat on you. Unless he somehow magically has no control over his dick, you have no reason to be breaking your back trying to love a man who clearly does not care to do the same.

there are a few artists i would sell my soul to see live and they...

there are a few artists i would sell my soul to see live and they are:

Bastille
Daughter
Hozier
Arctic Monkeys
Bon Iver 
Lykke Li 

"What if love is made and nothing else?asked Narcissus, leaning over the green iris of..."

“

What if love is made and nothing else?

asked Narcissus, leaning over the green iris of water.

Nothing else,

cried Echo from the green cochlea of the woods.

And they were both right.

And they were both lonely.

”

- Kapka Kassabova, “And they were both right” (via rabbitinthemoon)

keepingupwiththekardacheyennes:me x colorful walls

keepingupwiththekardacheyennes:

me x colorful walls

alonesomes:Sometimes I just wish that I could cry as much as I wanted to, even though it would be...

alonesomes:

Sometimes I just wish that I could cry as much as I wanted to, even though it would be an excessive amount. I cry when I’m happy or overwhelmed or angry or just even slightly touched, you know? Because I’ve gone through all of my life not feeling real or solid in my own body, so even like a butterfly landing on me makes me want to weep, because it makes me feel tangible.
I’m just sitting here imagining what it would be like to be with someone and be touched and loved and fucked and just all of these things and I don’t know how I’m going to do it. I don’t know how I’m going to handle real and dense love like that if I can’t even hug someone without wanting to sob, if I can’t even look people in the eye without wanting to just lay down on the floor forever.
I think I’m really in trouble. I think the next person who loves me is gonna have to let me fall apart a lot and understand when I say “I can’t kiss you right now. It’s all too heavy. Just sit next to me.”

your blog is pure beauty

you’re pure beauty!