Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 130

Chasing Cars || Sleeping At Last

Chasing Cars || Sleeping At Last

Can you miss someone you've never met? Is it missing someone you want?

I had a dream a long time ago about being touched so softly, at my elbows and my knees and my shoulders. Gentle careful hands and how loved and warm and nurtured they made me feel and I woke up and missed that so much it made my teeth chatter.

who is the artist that made your header and icon? do you have a link to their work?

She’s called Gemma Capdevila.

alonesomes:I want to come home to a dirty small city apartment and fall into bed with you and some...

alonesomes:

I want to come home to a dirty small city apartment and fall into bed with you and some empty Chinese food containers. Normal and nothing spectacular. Sweaty fucking. Laughing. I never used to want to laugh during sex. I used to want it to be hard and tragic but now I want it on white sheets with your soft tummy moving on my soft tummy, slow and clumsy. I want your plain white t shirt and ugly boxers. I want to be naked with you and not hate myself. I want to come home drunk and shower with you. I want to be sweaty and hideous and I want you to kiss me on my greasy head and tell me I’m your favorite, that it’s never been more unremarkable or more incredible. I want to slide into your body and sigh, smile, never cry. I want to look at you. I want to look at you.

"Then he was kneeling in front of me, his arms around my hips, kissing my belly, my thighs, his hands..."

“Then he was kneeling in front of me, his arms around my hips, kissing my belly, my thighs, his hands on my bare bottom, fingers in the silky wetness between my legs, tasting me there. My smell on his mouth as I knelt down with him, ran my hands over his body, opened his clothes, felt for him, hard, larger than I’d thought it would be. And I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted.”

- Janet Fitch, from White Oleander (via lifeinpoetry)

one of my favourite things is rough looking men with really brusque deep voices and slightly cockney...

one of my favourite things is rough looking men with really brusque deep voices and slightly cockney London accents and then they open their mouths and they’re super enthusiastic and polite and charming

I feel like I've reached the conclusion that I'm just too hard to love.

That doesn’t exist, you know? Being too difficult to love. Sure for some people. Not everyone is going to know how to handle it or even want it but there are always, always going to be people who look at all the difficult parts of who you are and think that your soul is still shining and worthy of adoring x

Azra, what if I told you I wrote a soft quiet poem about love from a question an anon asked you about the boy you are soft for?

I would tell you to tag me in it so I can read it! xx

I love your new blog aesthetic, it's got this warm, comforting feel to it. What brought it on?

It’s precious, isn’t it? I was just texting Caitlyn about it because it’s her quote that I used. I think it’s one of my favourites so far! I think it’s just because I’m super warm and happy and comforted lately, so there you have it xx

Which animal's eyes do you see with?

Lioness.