Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 148

So I was trying to get my tiny baby boy to sleep and he just wouldn't, so I kinda gave up and listened to a couple of your recordings, only to look down and see my baby completely asleep. Just one more thing you can add to your list of talents!

I am squealing!!! This is so CUTE. Baby whisperer? I don’t mind if I do xx

I'm lonely

We all are. We’re all small stars in a really big sky, you just gotta find the brightest people closest to you and stay close to them.

"I could not think of anything but his fingers on my neck, his thumb on my lips."

“I could not think of anything but his fingers on my neck, his thumb on my lips.”

- Tracy Chevalier, The Girl With a Pearl Earring  (via petrichour)

Is virginity really all that important? This has been bothering me for the longest period of time. What if I meet the right person and decide to gift it to them?

I don’t really know how to answer this question? You can put as much or as little importance on your virginity as you want? Nobody is policing your body. Do what you like.

my snapchat is azratabassum for everyone who has been asking! xx

my snapchat is azratabassum for everyone who has been asking! xx

I have you and snapchat and i absolutely just died when I saw your cute snap story in the sunshine this morning, your new hair is fire !! Xxx

omg thank you baby i’m sorry for all the pouty selfies come and kiss me or s/t

"They come with their axes, in the night, to the cottage we lived in, to the cottage we loved in,..."

“They come with their axes,

in the night,

to the cottage we lived in,

to the cottage we loved in,

and start to chop the roots

of the tree that we called Love.

You are the hand that feeds,

I am the mouth that swallows,

we are bursting with sacred light.

They do not see it.

The name on their tongues

is not His, but is Sinner

and somehow they have become

the same.

God and Sin. God and Betrayal.

God, how I loved you.

God, how I would have

cracked the Earth’s spine,

with my own two hands,

for you.

In my conversations with Him,

I tell Him about your light.

How burying myself inside of you,

for the first time felt holy,

a different kind of pure.

I tell Him that the first time,

I fell headfirst into your skin,

I found Him there,

a version my mother hadn’t

taught me about.

How glorious, how full,

how shaking.

In my prayers, you and I

are the same person.

In my prayers, we live in a field

full of sunlight, and we are flowers

and we are stretching towards

the bright hurt of it.

I tell Him that they are coming,

that they are angry our love

is not what they expected.

I tell Him to save us. That I love Him.

That I love you.

Father, what now?

They are coming with their axes.

They’re calling us sinners.

They’re going to burn that beautiful dream

right down.”

- Azra.T., “Conversations with God”

"Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn’t have to invent a thing."

“Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn’t have to invent a thing.”

- Jonathan Safran Foer 

if god and whomever he made u out to be, wouldn't he have just created u to have no hair if his intention was for u to keep it covered from the public eye? Why would a god even make hair if u couldn't even show it in public?

why do you have a kidney if no one can see it?????? if God or whatever it is you believe in wanted you to keep it hidden he wouldn’t have made it. go on, whack out your kidney babe or better yet, stop asking me stupid questions, holy hell

Could you possibly link me to the These Praying Hands post? Thank you!

http://5000letters.tumblr.com/post/109525317307/at-lunch-i-think-about-your-hands-and-thats-it (in case anyone else is interested x)