Anonymous asked:
You were literally so rude to me. Your poems are nothing special. They tire me. Black swan!

I hope you learn soon that to not be tired over my poetry, you just gotta stop reading it. I’m sure you’d have come to that conclusion by yourself someday but just nudging you along :*


I need to lie
back to front
with someone
who adores me.

Come Back When You Can - Barcelona
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You’ve done nothing at all to make me love you less

Anonymous asked:
Are you really a muslim man ?


my friend just said “moths are cool but sometimes they just need to calm down” and all he needed to do was add a “like you” and we woulda been golden because like moths i am a) eternally hopeful and that b) makes me dumb as fuck


cancers are sweet and disarming in appearance, its really like you just want to crawl into their lap and let them hold you. they are maternal and sympathetic people who try extremely hard to get out of their ‘down’ moods. sometimes they just want to be alone so they can’t hurt anybody

There is a rebellion lighting fires underneath my skin, and I am too scared to tell my mother about it. I am dragging my old self out of dirty corners and brushing her down. I am telling her to put her chin up and her armour on. I am saying ‘you will fight for what you believe in even if you have gone your whole life thinking that the fight is wrong.’ It is not wrong, or ugly, it is sacred. There is more to me than what I have been told. There is more to me than anyone will ever know. Not my unholy wants or the voice in my head that is telling me that I shouldn’t. I know that voice. It sounds like my mother’s and it sounds like mine except hers is cracking down the middle and she is saying ‘you have let me down’ and mine is saying ‘if you don’t keep going, your back will break.’ They are at war and they are loving each other. At this moment, I am not sure how both can exist at the same time.

But I will remember here and now, that I am more spine than i am anything else. I am more heart and fury and fire. I am the 20 years of learning to love myself and the other 20 that it will take to convince me that this love is worth more than can be given to me by any man. Give me your new streets, give me your rocketing ideas, give me the gunpowder so I can put it under my tongue and let the words say it all. Not centuries of tradition, not godliness or cleanliness or docility. I will carry my fight with me. I will keep it in a pouch under my heart and when she says ‘what has become of you?’ I will undo myself gently, lay it all at her feet and tell her ‘today, I am more myself than I have ever been’, I will tell her ‘thank you, thank you, I love you.’

—— Azra.T ‘Gunpowder Tongue’
Thursday, 18th of September with 292 notes
Anonymous asked:
His hand quakes when he touches me. Is it possible to plant an earthquake in someone?

It’s possible that you can slide into someone’s skin easy and that’s maybe what loving you feels like. Like tectonic plates rubbing against each other and causing disturbances, because I guess that you’re in him too and the you in him and the you in you are moving together. 

Anonymous asked:
Is it possible to almost love someone? For example I say, "I don't love you, but I'm getting there, I promise I will meet your heart at the other side." Or is love a chemical reaction, when two hearts meet. I don't understand love.

We should call it something. There should be a word. The Precipice of Love. 

❝ We need women who are so strong they can be gentle, so educated they can be humble, so fierce they can be compassionate, so passionate they can be rational, and so disciplined they can be free. ❞
—— Kavita Ramdas, in her commencement speech to Mount Holyoke graduates (via weissewiese)
❝ So, you kiss him, and he doesn’t move, he doesn’t
pull away, and you keep on kissing him. And he hasn’t moved,
he’s frozen, and you’ve kissed him, and he’ll never
forgive you, and maybe now he’ll never leave you alone. ❞
——  Richard Siken
❝ It’s still you. It’ll be you when you fracture your wrist at 4AM and call me when I have a presentation the next morning. It’ll be you when you ask to drive my new car and crash it into a telephone pole. It’ll be you if we hate each other for a day or a few. And if you break my favourite mug. And if you keep forgetting our anniversary and make it up to me by baking a salty cake. It’ll be you when your dad dies and you stop talking because you don’t know how. It’ll be you when you crawl softly into my open arms. It’ll be you when your mum calls me a “whore” and you jerk your chin and all you say is “no.” It’s you when you’re messy and ill and sweaty. You when you leave the house door unlocked. You when you burp drunkenly into my ear and curl into my side like a baby. It’ll be you when you burn breakfast in bed and then kiss me for five minutes straight. It’ll be you when your hair gets too long and you can’t be bothered to cut it. You when you fall asleep on the sofa with the cat on your chest. You when we fight and turn everything to rubble. You when you put your mouth to my ear and whisper “it’s you. It’s still you.” ❞
—— Azra.T “It’s still you, it’s still you - MA” (via 5000letters)
Anonymous asked:
can u answer the last ask about grammar? it's important. do me this favor xoxo

I’m not google! I don’t mean to be rude but why would you ask me when you have the entire internet at your fingertips? Please just look it up. And I don’t know the answer to your question, either. I’ve never been great with grammar.

wish I took a little less of everything to heart

(by skippedheartbeats)