February 2012
8 posts
Huge news! Jo Rowling is publishing a book for... →
Like free wind.
I can’t stop drifting away from the NASA website. The pictures of nebulas, of stars so large they would eclipse our entire galaxy. Those same stars that only last for a fraction of infinity’s heart beat. The wise stars remain small and cold, distant. You could pass them so easily.
When I dreamt of space I heard a whistle in the darkness, a human whistle. Beckoning me forth as I...
Two years old today!!
Well- sort of. I missed the day by a few years. Anyway- as a celebration of my blog turning two, reblog this post and I’ll write a little ode to your tumblr or blog. :-)
Zainab
Waiting for a resistance that never came.
I tied the scarf ‘round my face, my fist was thrown in the air. I with my comrades, screaming out the men in uniform. The men with guns. The men baring their teeth at us as they marched past.
We threw our stones, and they threatened with machine guns but we screamed and screamed. Running like rats in the sewer system of our land.
I woke with a jolt in my bed.
I heard the thunderous...
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I’m very sorry for not updating, friends. I’m just in the throes of studying and planning for my future inshallah! Please dua for me :-)
I’m also working hard on my novel. It’s a lovely experience.
Z
For However Long.
It was a sudden jolt to the system, really, dying. I mean- we all wonder how we die. But never what it feels like.
It felt so strange, like my body suddenly was pulsing with power, my eyes wide open I saw rivulets of pure golden energy escape my fingers. My ears were full of noise so loud I could not discern it was even noise. My whole body was floating.
Death did not come in one fell swoop,...
January 2012
13 posts
Posting 99% original content for nearly two years.
Picture I reblogged is what I get tonnes of notes for.
:| appreciate my written word! Look at it!! Read it!! Ha!!
(just kidding).
Clinical.
Be. Clinical.
The words written on her face and Oliver felt a sense of helplessness wash over him. Had he done this? Could he fix this? This cold monster housed inside a friend.
A friend.
He hadn’t had one of those for a while.
I am no longer surprised when humanity...
Don’t put stock in people, don’t put stock in appearances, don’t cultivate oddities, don’t simply just not care.
Indifference.
Ah, a brilliant word.
Indifferent.
I am no longer annoyed, angry, frustrated, disappointed, agitated with people.
I am indifferent to their actions their words their thought processes (dull as they are)- that is to say their entire being.
...
WatchA short little time lapse of the opening of my non existent movie.
Sherlock. Season one episode one.
Wow.
Where on earth was I when this wonderful show began airing?
It’s brilliant.
Absolutely brilliant.
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Sherlock (BBC)
Ok.
I cave.
I’ve seen so many of these gifs, I’ve surmised what’s happened through them- yet I still want to watch it.
Can anyone hit me up with some links to the show?
Strawberry Milk Lips.
I forgot how childhood tasted. How sunset rays were confused for sunrise daze.
Resting my forehead against cold glass and glimpsed at tiny spherical worlds pressed between the panes. Imaginary friends held my hand.
The graves are piling up. A giant pit of memories.
You are missed.
You were innocence.
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To the Opera!
We raced down the cobbled streets, gray dimness was cut abruptly by the warm glow of the opera house. I could hear the heavy baritones of an opera singer, accompanied by the trill of his female companion.
The violins twang, the harps sang. Then suddenly a cymbal crashed, a new voice entered.
I felt pressure on my shoulder as I was spun around by a looming oaf of a man. He stared at me intently,...
incessantmind asked: Kya aap banna chahti hain crore-pati?
On past years and new years.
I’m listening to Hey Jude.
I remember 2004, I was promised an excellent year. Mum, my siblings and I were crowded together. We were not well off in those days, we watched the countdown on our decrepit television set. It brought to life the different feelings of incompleteness.
3…2….1
Happy New Year, 2005! The drunken revellers, the reporters, we screamed. Mum popped the cork...
December 2011
34 posts
Anon has been turned off until further notice because cowardly people like to cower behind their computer monitors and aren’t able to talk to me directly. I apologize in advance to everyone else who sends polite questions, but it had to be done!
- Z
Oh, she breathed.
Oh…
Anonymous asked: i've been reading your story for a whileeeeeee now ... sometimes i get lost trying to figure out whats happening. can you do a recap/ a bit of a summary of the story? i think its really interesting!
Anonymous asked: lmaaaaao, why does ursula look like the skinnier version of you and the boy look like a mix between khalid and chris? lmaaaaao
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The cheapest air fare.
Oliver slowly closed the Book, his eyes shut for a few moments as he softly murmured lilting phrases with sharp halts beneath his breath. He took his hand over his face as though washing it with unseen water. He was far away for a moment, until a hand touched him on his shoulder. He didn’t notice, not till it shook him roughly.
He flickered awake and stood, dusting off his gray three...
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How to escape.
The glowing embers of his cigarette glowed in the evening gloom, it was casually flicked and a cascade of red stars fell to the snow underfoot. He took a long pull, held it and exhaled the purple plume. A muscle twitching in his stubbled cheek was barely discernible, but told stories of calm disquiet. Something barely under the surface.
A group of Romani gypsy girls flitted past, flashes of neon...
Anonymous asked: you're going to be doing masters and law school at u of t ? :P
Anonymous asked: what are your plans for grad school? :)
Anonymous asked: turn anon on again on unicorn.
Moments.
I once hoped I was anywhere but here.
But what is wrong with this place? This time, this world. I have been so discontent and I have always been waiting, but now is when my breath comes out in little puffs of dragon smoke. The time came when I realized my heart was beating now, and it wasn’t about to wait for a lover’s kiss to reignite it. To make it begin.
The rubies in the clouds...
The Raven Haired Beauty.
I have stared out many windows, discerning myself from the raindrops. The melancholic strain of a violin pulsating in my chest. If you ever really felt it-
that slow breathing.
In…and out.
Your abdomen expands, your breast heaves skyward, your collarbone strains against your skin.
I felt the cold wood soothing against my back, my bare arms. The worn wood of a centuries old dead tree....
breaktheclock:
If falling is almost always associated with a negative connotation for example: - falling stocks - falling grades - “slip n fall” - the ceiling falling
…then why do we fall in love?
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I Hate Mr Darcy.
Mr. Darcy, in the fan-based popularized world of Austen’s work has become a Regency era Hollywood hero. Why his very character has become the absolute definition of a good man to millions of women the world over. Perhaps, I suspect, it may have more to do with Colin Firth’s portrayal (see: Pond Scene) than with the actual character of Darcy himself. Darcy is perhaps one of the most repugnant male...
Anonymous asked: i liked you in my car too.. cant wait to get you in the back seat.
Last one left.
Everyone’s protector/no one’s child.
I had those dark dreams, the beautiful ones full of red hair and burnt skin. The eyes that followed, the mouths that never ceased. I always
always
always
always
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I like it when we rode in the car together.
I always thought myself a Luna Lovegood.
But as I change and my eyes become mirrors; a looming bushy haired presence makes itself known.
Hermione Granger, with a dash of Luna.
I’m overly sensitive, academically strong, very bossy, a tad self-absorbed, suffer no fools and a good ‘n proper friend.
I hope.
Hmm.
Anonymous asked: i've been lookin at pics of you. your regular pics, not your "right" angle pics or your photoshopped garbage you put on here. I came to a conclusion - you look like a pigeon.
Anonymous asked: do you like animals/pets?
This is my blog.
I post my writing and photography on here.
It’s not a place for you to attempt to bully me.
so please:
Leave me the hell alone.