Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 141
March 17, 2015
"What I mean is, I’m tired
of everything gorgeous. Of the burden
of burning. Of wondering
when. What..."
of everything gorgeous. Of the burden
of burning. Of wondering
when. What I mean is, on some nights I miss you so much
that I never want to see you again.”
- Ali Shapiro
I absolutely adore how tenderly you and Caitlyn let the world touch you, how you would let the universe undo you rather than live behind shut windows. It is so brave.
Oh, I would rather it reach out and unclip me from the spine downwards than miss something beautiful just because I wasn’t brave xx
March 15, 2015
you know when it feels like it’s been winter for so so long and you see that first blossom on...
you know when it feels like it’s been winter for so so long and you see that first blossom on a tree and you didn’t expect to be so damn happy so you’re just filled with relief and a sense of “I’m so glad that you’re here at last” that’s how I want someone to look at me, that’s how I’ll know when it’s good
is it weird that i think of you and caitlyn when i hear Jackie and Wilson by Hozier?
She’s gonna save me call me ‘baby’ run her hands through my hair she’ll know me crazy soothe me daily better yet she wouldn’t care
"In this dream, we are baking cherry pies.
We are baking cherry pies in the middle of a sunlit..."
In this dream, we are baking cherry pies.
We are baking cherry pies in the middle of a sunlit kitchen and leaving them to cool on the windowsill.
I want to say that there is sunshine spilling everywhere.
I want to say that it’s falling out of the gaps between your teeth because it probably is.
How could it not be?
In this dream I put my mouth on your mouth and try to catch all of that happiness with my tongue,
we play soft music that sounds like sighing
and I breathe like a paper bird rustling
against your tongue.
Did I say that there is a meadow in my stomach?
Did I tell you that you were every flower inside of it?
I don’t know, it doesn’t matter. You knew,
how could you not?
In this dream, you are probably licking my fingertips clean,
and we are dripping cherry jam on the counters.
In this dream we are dancing barefoot on a wooden floor,
tangled so far inside of each other like knitting string.
I am kissing your shoulders
and paying special attention to the dusk setting in your hollows.
I am sticking my fingers in your belly button,
and your ears and right there, where you’re all ribs.
In this dream, we are belly full,
I’ll kiss your knees and I’ll stroke your hips,
I’ll comb your hair.
In this dream, we sit side by side and hold hands
and knock our bodies like bowling pins.
In this dream I’ll feed you cherry pie with my fingers,
you’ll kiss me with your mouth wide open,
we’ll taste that sweetness everywhere,
how could we not?
- Azra.T., “Cherry Pie Daydreams” (via 5000letters)
"Kiss this mouth made
raw and thick from burning. I’ve remade
myself, a thing of fire."
raw and thick from burning. I’ve remade
myself, a thing of fire.”
- James Allen Hall, from "Putting the I Back In" (via backshelfpoet)
can you describe your muse in a color?
You know just before sunset when the entire sky looks like God has been running his hands through it and in the wake of his fingers, everything is soft and looks as pink and gentle as a sigh, somehow brutal and moving at the same time like exhalations can be. Like that. Like the calm of the world before a storm. All blue and pink and bruised and tender and beautiful.
March 14, 2015
A really angry bunny.
A really angry bunny.
alonesomes:
When someone says “Mark my words!” Don’t you just picture a flustered writer trying to...
When someone says “Mark my words!” Don’t you just picture a flustered writer trying to pick up the pages of their novel that got blown away in the wind and yelling to their friend “Mark, my words!”
are you deliberately saying “Mark” a lot to wind me up??? You’re such an ass.
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