Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 101

i am not a small girl and you are not a scared boy, we’re both of us just growing towards each...

i am not a small girl and you are not a scared boy, we’re both of us just growing towards each other in the same sun

I love you with all my heart

You’re a sweet little pudding

I’ve finally gotten around to watching season 5 of Game of Thrones and I just know I’m...

I’ve finally gotten around to watching season 5 of Game of Thrones and I just know I’m not ready for the emotional shitstorm to follow

Would it be okay with you to get a quote of yours tattooed?

It certainly would. I would love that!!!

Hey Azra, was hoping you could help me out a bit. I know you love the lines from 'Perhaps Patagonia' by Kate Clanchy and was wondering if you could share with me your interpretation of the poem? When I read it, it doesn't feel like it's meant to be terribl

Sometimes when I read certain poetry I can’t analyse at all why it makes me feel the way that I do because it doesn’t actually always make sense. Some writers don’t make any sense to me in the way that words are put together to form a cohesive sentence which you can understand, sometimes in poetry, words are put together to just make you feel like you’ve been punched in the stomach. 

Things like Katie Fallandays and “I want to eat your sparrow, come here. I want to lick your sparrow claws, come here. I want to suck your fingers off, come here. I want to give you your history back.” There are lines in that piece which bring to my knees and more often than not, they’re the lines that don’t make any fucking sense! 

Emily O’ Neill: “The memory of eye teeth
in my shoulder. The print of his rushed thumb
on my wrist. Forgive my stumble.
All I know of falling is finding the ground.”

Poetry really is all that you make of it. You find things that other people don’t, and they see things that you can’t. Sorry it took me so long to answer your question but that quote for me ‘I meant skies, all empty aching blue, I meant years, I meant all of them with you.’ Is just about longing and want and seeing the stretch of the world in front of you and thinking that you want to spend it with just one someone. 

"nodo notmistakethis mythfor love—thatis a differentkindof burning"

“

no

do not

mistake

this myth

for love—

that

is a different

kind

of burning

”

- Sandra Cisneros, excerpt from “Valparaiso” (via larmoyante)

you are a story that I’ve written a thousand times over. in this version, you wear my...

you are a story that I’ve written a thousand times over. in this version, you wear my favourite mustard sweater and I push my thumbs into the hollow of your shoulders. in another one, we tramp through a field of wild flowers that are coloured dizzy and purple just like us. 200 years ago, I fell in love with you in the shadow of a willow tree and the branches looked like they wanted us to touch. 100 years after that, I pass you in a coffee shop window and think of you for months after that. we fall in and out of love in every one of these stories. i feed you dandelions. i eat honey off your back. we hold hands like we are going to fall off the edge of the universe together.

All this summer has brought is a weeping ghost and a shaky home to its knees.

Ouch.

Are u married x

Nah

do you think your atoms can strain towards someone? that they can be in one place and you can be...

do you think your atoms can strain towards someone? that they can be in one place and you can be someplace else and your entire body is just vibrating and vibrating and reaching. even though you’re both apart. somehow your insides know that there’s something missing and that it hurts and this distance isn’t right.