Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 120

This might be an odd request, but I was wondering how you'd feel about someone writing a response to something you've written? Or kind of like a part 2 from another perspective? I love 'God's Hands' and have something floating in my head in response to it

Of course it’s okay! I’m not entirely sure which piece you’re talking about, but I’d be really interested to read your response :) xx

how do you know if you're in love?

You know how like dogs have noses that are individual to each dog, or our fingerprints, love is just like that. It’s completely your own. I can’t tell you what your love looks like, only you can know that.

I love your writing. I love everything you've ever written about love. It's like you've taken all the desperate and indecipherable yearnings inside of me and translated them into words, so simple and sweet and sharp that they make me ache. I want the kinds

I’m not terrified anymore baby, I know that it is.

i’ve got this thing where i’ve got so many feelings inside of me that i can’t even write. i’m pretty...

i’ve got this thing where i’ve got so many feelings inside of me that i can’t even write. i’m pretty sure someday soon i’m going to just explode and a bunch of words will come leaking out. 

"I want to say that with you, I wear myself like a second best skin, I want to say that I love you..."

“I want to say that with you, I wear myself like a second best skin, I want to say that I love you but what I mean is that you are every daydream I’ve had about the future, you are the walk with the dog in the sunny park, you’re the foggy bathroom windows and the sleepy morning kisses. What I mean is that you are not always good and I still catch my breath, what I mean is that somewhere inside of me there is a bird singing a song for you and I couldn’t tell you what she’s saying but I know that she means it. I want to say that I love you but what I mean is thank you, what I mean is you’re the first mouth I’ve kissed, what I mean is your hands and mine. I love you and here I am and here you are and whichever glorious light we’re standing in belongs to us, complete, here and now, it’s all ours.”

- Azra.T., ‘What I mean is I love you’  

"At lunch, I think about your hands, and that’s it. That’s my spine unloosening for the day. That’s..."

“At lunch, I think about your hands, and that’s it. That’s my spine unloosening for the day. That’s all the ocean in my belly heading straight to the shore of my throat. I think about your hands and suddenly, I don’t know what to do with mine. Suddenly my fingers are not my fingers but the empty space between them where yours should be. I am all missing, I lose myself for the day and leave to find you. I misplace my throat because it is clasped in the cup of your hand. I leave my bitten lips on your bedside table. My thighs have the ghosts of bruises unfurling into poppies, like bloodstains on snow. I break things because I am shaking and I am shaking because you are not with me and you are not with me because we are just learning to touch each other through the spaces between us. It is violent that we cannot touch each other, yet. It’s a war crime. It should be illegal that my fingers still haven’t learned the notches of your back. I think about holding your wrist in the O of my thumb and my index finger. I think about kissing the blue veins there. I think about careful mouth touches, and the tender of you. The warm, soft hollow of you, and how I lose my bottom lip wondering about yours. I’ll kiss you there, I promise. I promise.”

- Azra.T., “These wrists, these eyes, these praying hands.” (via 5000letters)

I have dreams and sometimes there’s always the same man in them and he’s so soft and...

I have dreams and sometimes there’s always the same man in them and he’s so soft and gentle, in this dream, he was standing in a bedroom somewhere that wasn’t mine and I woke up with my t-shirt pooled at my thighs and he has pale skin and he was flushed red looking at my legs and whispering “please please please” under his breath, I brushed my teeth with a pencil so I could kiss him and then I looked at the headboard on the bed behind me and it said “you will meet her everywhere.”

hello! I hope you're having a good day. I was wondering if you have any specific recommendations by McFarlain?

She’s only got three books! I’ve read “It’s Not Me, It’s You” which was her latest book and it first got me into her! And I’ve recently just finished “Here’s Looking At You” and I’m gonna buy her last book tomorrow because she’s honestly just so easy and wonderful to read she makes me enjoy reading again x

inelegancies is my new favourite blog, been reading her writing and softly crying

inelegancies is my new favourite blog, been reading her writing and softly crying

inelegancies:in another universe you kiss my sunburned shoulders and in another one every gas...

inelegancies:

in another universe you kiss my sunburned shoulders and in another one every gas station is a home and in another one you have your own sun and one of those is a universe where i never speak