Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 88

Holy goodness you're so beautiful...

So much love ♥️

Ultimate kitten aesthetic

Ultimate kitten aesthetic

YOU SOUND SO BRAVE AND SO ABSOLUTE IN THE AUDIO POST OH MY GOODNESS YOURE SO HOLY PLEASE LOVE ME AND TEACH ME HOW TO BE BRAVE LIKE THAT

this is so nice!!!!!!!!!! thank you!!!

“You’re going to do something terrible, you’re going to kiss...

“You’re going to do
something terrible,
you’re going to kiss
someone else
with that mouth.
And I will not forgive you,
because I will not know
how to forget
that my skin is mine
but mostly it’s yours.
We were charting
another Atlantis together
on the map of my body,
And I’m taking it back now.
Your knowledge,
my secrets,
my gasps when you touch me
there, and there,
how these new worlds were
for you.
So you’ll kiss another mouth,
and maybe you’ll enjoy it,
maybe it’ll taste like new summer
or wild berries
or something you’ve never
had on your tongue before
but when you come back for me
with your hands wide open
I will not come,
I will not look for you,
and I will not forgive you.”
— AZRA.T., “ANOTHER MOUTH”

i’m pretty sure i could take over the world if i listen to Badlands enough times

i’m pretty sure i could take over the world if i listen to Badlands enough times 

"Picture this: you’re at some drunken party downtown. There’s stale beer in one hand, the rim has..."

“

Picture this: you’re at some drunken party downtown. There’s stale beer in one hand, the rim has your lipstick stain on it so now you’re worried that your mouth is looking patchy. You’re holding a slightly smoking cigarette in the other, but not taking it in because it makes you cough and you’re embarrassed that someone will see. You’re shuffling awkwardly to a song you don’t know the name of and you feel small and estranged. Like an island, like the last one to be picked on a sports team. Your friends are standing in dark corners now, talking to boys who want to touch their skin but not their souls and certainly not both at the same time. You’re standing there wondering if you’re ever going to feel less lonely, less like you’re standing on the precipice waiting for something that doesn’t want to come. You’re going to wrap your arms around yourself and take a sip of that stale beer. Then you’re going to go home at 3AM and crawl into your mother’s arms and cry all your empty out over her nightshirt.

Hold onto this thought: there is something glorious trembling at the very edge of your horizon. You are not your hollow nights, or your lack of self belief or all the times you kissed someone you didn’t even want to kiss. You’re not your one night stands or your endless string of boys who fucked you and left you. You’ll get your shit together, soon, maybe not today and maybe not even next year but you will. You’ll move out and you’ll call your parents on the weekends to tell them you love them. There’ll always be milk and eggs in the fridge. You’ll get a job that feels good. You’ll fall in love and he’ll kiss you like he means it and put his fingers in your mouth and it’ll feel like coming home. Everything will shift itself into place.

So you’re at this party and you’re terrified that you’re always going to feel like the word “missing” but take the feeling and swallow it. Take it between your open hands and close your fists around it. You’ve got more waiting for you.

”

- Azra.T "Home" (via 5000letters)

what is happening to my babies this is actually heartbreaking, Stiles is so heartbreaking,...

what is happening to my babies this is actually heartbreaking, Stiles is so heartbreaking, he’s standing in the rain begging Scott to believe he didn’t hurt anyone on purpose and he’s got tears in his eyes and Scott isn’t listening and I’m gonna scream

watsonshoneybee:congratulations to Minerva McGonagall on her pending retirement today, who is...

watsonshoneybee:

congratulations to Minerva McGonagall on her pending retirement today, who is going to look down at her list of first years and see “James Sirius Potter” and just call it a fucking day

Don't tell me what made you. Tell me about what you think.

I don’t even really know what this message means but I like it. 10/10 for intensity.

you’re standing at the door on the porch with your chest open wide, swinging from its hinges,...

you’re standing at the door on the porch with your chest open wide, swinging from its hinges, and I don’t think about anything except walking straight into the ash and comfort and cigarette smoke of you and leave all my hurt at your feet and I greet you with a kiss and curl my edges around yours until I am soft and silken and molten steel and we greet the purple morning with a kiss and it kisses us back, right on the mouth.