fatimaamerbilal

aamer’s museum

tales from remains of mosaic broken hearts.

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Fatima Aamer Bilal, From Days Where My Whole World Is My Bed.

fatima aamer bilal, from days where my whole world is my bed.

[text id: everything in me is tired.]

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2 years ago

fatima aamer bilal, from my heart has claws.

[text id: what if even the earth refuses to accept me when they are ready to bury me?]

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2 years ago

fatima aamer bilal, from the heart beats for two.

[text id: all i could ever think about was, when i get home i will hold your hand.]

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2 years ago

fatima aamer bilal, from days where my whole world is my bed.

[my father wanted a national hero, but settled for me. / my mother always told me to never play with knives. i bet she never saw me becoming one.]

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fatimaamerbilal

2 years ago

fatima aamer bilal, from days where my whole world is my bed.

[text id: 3. MY FATHER WANTED A NATIONAL HERO, BUT SETTLED FOR ME. / 4. /MIː/ ROTTEN MARROW AND A LIABILITY.]

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2 years ago

fatima aamer bilal, from october, you’ve left me purposeless.

[text id: october, i am sick of days that you bring to me. / october, i fell before your fall. / october, i have been a ghost since january, and mirrors look right through me. / october, you’ve arrived so hauntingly and once again i wander purposelessly.]

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