Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 106
July 9, 2015
after your last heartbreak, you rule a different Kingdom. one made of teeth. the crows come and pick...
after your last heartbreak, you rule a different Kingdom. one made of teeth. the crows come and pick the sadness out of your cavities. you sit on your throne carved from bone, you stop eating sugar. when they ask you what love is, you snarl. you tell them that love weakens, that it cuts you off at the knees.
oh don’t mind me, I’ll be here, screaming. for a thousand years straight
oh don’t mind me, I’ll be here, screaming. for a thousand years straight
"Allow me my soul somehow, yet love me."
- Jack Kerouac, from Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954 (via violentwavesofemotion)
I'm so in love with him, Azra. He's sad though. I'm trying to save him I'm trying so hard I hope I can.
Anaïs Nin was dead on when she said that you cannot save people, you can only love them. He has to save himself. He has to want that. He has to do it for him, not for you, not for love, not for anyone. It doesn’t fall on your shoulders to lift him from whatever dark place he might have fallen into. You can only ever ever give him your love. That’s it.
Baby, you are so lovely. So many people have been touched because of your writing and I feel like we have a problem realizing that you're more than a fountain of beautiful words. I'm in love with the way you feel about your mother, it's so amazing and capt
This is a really lovely message and I understand that you’re trying to be kind but this also comes off as incredibly patronising. I know my faith and I know what I’m doing. Any choices or mistakes that I make are going to be entirely on me so I’m going to continue living my life as it is and how I want to and I hope that you continue to enjoy being a part of this journey with me.
July 8, 2015
5000letters:
sext: every body before yours has been practice. ghosts of the wrongness of someone...
sext: every body before yours has been practice. ghosts of the wrongness of someone else’s hands. you are the map of every place my skin wants to visit. my thighs, your palms. my mouth, your fingers. yes, i’ll gasp it against your tongue, yes, i’m yours, i always have been.
Link me too your spoken poetry please it helps me sleep???
It’s under tagged/spoken-word :)
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