Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 49

inelegancies:june comes hungrily, eager for velvet leaves and branches snapping in the night, and...

inelegancies:

june comes hungrily, eager for velvet leaves and branches snapping in the night, and a girl in her grandmother’s ivory nightgown walks down an empty street in the middle of the night and the streetlights go out one by one as she passes under them

Is it OK to use your quote in a synopsis for a non-profit fanfiction online? (with credit, ofc)

Yes :)

I think that when we are asked 'what is love?' we are meant to reply with the feeling that comes along with it. Not only the feeling of warm sunshine hitting your skin when you are lying on the road of an isolated highway (alone or with someone you love de

I think that love gives you everything you want and absolutely nothing at all, both at the same time. It’s terrifying.

I think that when we are asked 'what is love?' we are meant to reply with the feeling that comes along with it. Not only the feeling of warm sunshine hitting your skin when you are lying on the road of an isolated highway (alone or with someone you love de

I think that love gives you everything you want and absolutely nothing at all, both at the same time. It’s terrifying.

I think that when we are asked 'what is love?' we are meant to reply with the feeling that comes along with it. Not only the feeling of warm sunshine hitting your skin when you are lying on the road of an isolated highway (alone or with someone you love de

I think that love gives you everything you want and absolutely nothing at all, both at the same time. It’s terrifying.

"I’ll take what you’ll never miss. / A dollar. A bookmark. Myself."

“I’ll take what you’ll never miss. / A dollar. A bookmark. Myself.”

- Emily O’Neill, from “Altar to What I Won’t Relinquish,” Celeris  (via talkingoutsoft)

"When you return to something you love, it’s already beyond repair. You wear it broken."

“When you return to something you love,
it’s already beyond repair.


You wear it broken.”

- James L. White, from “Lying in Sadness” (via rustyvoices)

"When I was a girland you were a girlwe were floraland ungiveable. Squashblossom. BleedingHearts..."

“When I was a girl

and you were a girl

we were floral

and ungiveable. Squash

blossom. Bleeding

Hearts in the sideyard.

Vine, albino root. Petals

open only in the moonlight.”

- Emily O'Neill, “Wedding Soup,” from Pelican. (via empiregrotesk)

Jupiter Artland

Jupiter Artland

I had such an utterly beautiful day at Jupiter Artland

I had such an utterly beautiful day at Jupiter Artland