Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 233

YOU ARE THE ABSOLUTE QUEEN OF AESTHETICS. Though I bet you're told that a hundred times a day x

UM NOT ENOUGH TIMES A DAY? THANK YOU? LOVE ME?

rainy grey British weather makes me so perpetually sleepy and warm I will pay someone to come here...

rainy grey British weather makes me so perpetually sleepy and warm I will pay someone to come here and crawl into bed with me and stroke my hair, I’ll supply the music you bring cookies

"'I don't think I even breathe when we're not together,' she whispered. 'Which means, when I see you..."

“'I don't think I even breathe when we're not together,' she whispered. 'Which means, when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?'”

- Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park (via broadens)

enssouled:Iris - Goo Goo Dolls

enssouled:

Iris - Goo Goo Dolls

You never reply to the messages of myself pouring my heart out. It saddens me.

I’m sorry you’re sad but I probably have ten new messages from people pouring their hearts out. Please please understand that I’m not obligated to reply, especially to things that put me under pressure x

"You must not reduce yourself to a puddle just because the person you like is afraid to swim and you..."

“You must not reduce yourself to a puddle just because the person you like is afraid to swim and you are a fierce sea to them; because there will be someone who was born with love of the waves within their blood, and they will look at you with fear and respect.”

- T.B. LaBerge // Things I’m Still Learning at 25 (via tblaberge)

how can you be so okay with going to hell? how can you be so accepting of that?

They didn’t ask me if I’m okay with it, they asked if I think I am. I answered the question directly posed at me.

Are you ever ashamed of yourself? How do you cope with merging your Muslim identity with your lustful nature? Do you think you're going to hell?

Yes. I don’t cope. And yes.

"When death reached out its hand,you should have cowered. When you felt the flames of hell licking..."

“When death reached out its hand,

you should have cowered. When you felt the

flames of hell licking at your insides, you were not

supposed to draw closer to the fire.

I watched you disembowel the Earth, saw you pluck

flowers from your mother’s garden and gouge

your fingers into its open wounds,

trying to pry secrets out from the soil.

Everything green started to shrivel

and die when I entered the meadow, but you didn’t

flinch away; instead you kissed me voracious,

like I was something dark you’d tugged

out of reluctant soil.

I wanted your hands, still caked in dirt,

pressing into my naked back.

I thought you’d understand me. Both of us

wanting what we shouldn’t. I know your mother

must have warned you about gods like me.

Tell her I am not a selfish lover. Tell her how

I kneel at your altar and crush the berries

of your hips into wine. That I worship you.

That we spread each other open like flowers

blooming in the night. You wanted to see

what paradise looked like drenched in moonlight,

so I brought you home with me.

When you stood before the gates of hell,

all the beasts lowered their heads

and bowed at your feet.

Everything I have belongs to

you — my wife, my queen.

You are so much flesh and blood,

so much heaving, pulsing, breathing life.

You make the death in me tremble.

I am forever yours.”

- 'Hades' | Anita O. (via deeplystained)

if i could find a lover whose words are as sincere as yours, i'd never leave him.

well, when i find a man who appreciates my writing like you guys do, i’ll marry him :*