Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 85

i feel that if words are animals then you are the zoo-keeper

if words were animals i’d be that old woman who’s just sat in piles of poop because she can’t control any of them, she tried once and they kept getting the better of her so now she just sits in filth and occasionally strokes ‘em as they whizz around

"I’m sorry that I said “forever” when I only meant that summer. Just for now. Just for sitting on..."

“I’m sorry that I said “forever” when I only meant that summer. Just for now. Just for sitting on your kitchen counter and eating blueberries, licking the juice from my fingers, you rubbing it from my chin with a washcloth. What I meant was my legs around your waist, lying on your couch wrapped in your robe arguing over the songs we wanted to listen to. And I think that I meant it then. When I told you that I loved you. When I said I always would. When we were wearing those golden moments like a blanket on our shoulders. I would have sworn then that you were always going to be it for me. My first and last and every other milestone in between. But moments pass, and so did we. And I’m sorry. That I told you you were it for me. I should have said that I love you now, and that’s it, not forever and maybe not even tomorrow. That’s it. That’s all I can do.”

- Azra.T “Ephemera"

alonesomes:guys which one of us gets to marry Gregory Alan Isakov me or 5000letters ??!!

alonesomes:

guys which one of us gets to marry Gregory Alan Isakov me or 5000letters ??!!

you have the kind of voice that leaves people speechless, you are the kind of person gods would fight over and you would just bask in their attention knowing neither one is worthy of you. you would light up a room (if i was ever so lucky to be in a room w/

i can’t really even begin to respond to this message except to say thank you for thinking that i am this person (even though I’m not in the least), it’s strange and lovely and i wish you the bestest.

you have the kind of voice that leaves people speechless, you are the kind of person gods would fight over and you would just bask in their attention knowing neither one is worthy of you. you would light up a room (if i was ever so lucky to be in a room w/

i can’t really even begin to respond to this message except to say thank you for thinking that i am this person (even though I’m not in the least), it’s strange and lovely and i wish you the bestest.

you have the kind of voice that leaves people speechless, you are the kind of person gods would fight over and you would just bask in their attention knowing neither one is worthy of you. you would light up a room (if i was ever so lucky to be in a room w/

i can’t really even begin to respond to this message except to say thank you for thinking that i am this person (even though I’m not in the least), it’s strange and lovely and i wish you the bestest.

writingwillows on why she’ll never date a poet

writingwillows on why she’ll never date a poet

My dad called me self absorbed and shallow today because I was having a good level of self confidence this morning and hearing that made me feel bad until I remembered your selfies and that I'm allowed to celebrate my face if I want to. Thank you for teach

I’m really glad that you remembered that because sometimes people are really cruel when you love yourself and I think it’s because they’re scared they won’t be able to control you anymore.

My dad called me self absorbed and shallow today because I was having a good level of self confidence this morning and hearing that made me feel bad until I remembered your selfies and that I'm allowed to celebrate my face if I want to. Thank you for teach

I’m really glad that you remembered that because sometimes people are really cruel when you love yourself and I think it’s because they’re scared they won’t be able to control you anymore.

in this story, there is someone else. there are loads of someone elses. they are the same as you and...

in this story, there is someone else. there are loads of someone elses. they are the same as you and different from you. he has green eyes but he rubs my fingers with his thumbs like you do. she holds my face when she kisses me like you do but she wears mint green cardigans that fall off her shoulders. i rest my head on those shoulders. loads of shoulders. they are all patient when i say your name at night. none of them fit inside me quite right like you.