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February 25, 2015

there’s this girl in my seminar who looks like a renaissance painting bought to life...

there’s this girl in my seminar who looks like a renaissance painting bought to life she’s got this long dark curly blonde hair all the way down to her back and limpid brown eyes that droop and she was wearing all black and this slash of velvet red lipstick it is honestly difficult to look at her

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Published on February 25, 2015 03:48

February 24, 2015

You think he'll ever love me?

Dunno baby girl. Try not to make that the most important thing about yourself.

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Published on February 24, 2015 16:25

"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.” 
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Published on February 24, 2015 15:39

brown mothers are crazy!! "A* or I'm shipping you off to marry your cousin in Bangladesh"

lol honestly she had a period where she thought it was acceptable to tell me that nobody was gonna marry me because i’m sooooo fat 

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Published on February 24, 2015 15:33

I'm so glad you edited that ask, I saw the response and was like a little disappointed. Still love ya regardless.

why were you disappointed that i could like myself enough to say something like that? that’s a bit sad! 

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Published on February 24, 2015 15:09

what are some of the best lines by your favorite female tumblr writers?

'I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. Maybe we are from the same star.' - Emery Allen

'You were the worst miracle I'd ever known, because I meant terrifying, I meant perfect, I meant please, don't leave me, I'm trying to make this a good thing. And you knew, you knew.' Caitlyn Siehl

'God, I want you in some primal way wild animals want each other. Untamed and full of teeth. God, I want you in some chaste, Victorian way. A glimpse of your ankle just kills me.' Clementine Von Radics

'One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot be die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find - is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.' - Beau Taplin

'Do not try to be pretty. You weren't meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don't ever let anyone simplify you to just 'pretty.' - D.A.S

'I want to kiss someone so hard I leave teeth marks behind. I want those desperate brutal kisses that make it seem as if I've been eating blueberries. I want the evidence of another mouth having been here. A halfway house for the hungry.' - Kristina Haynes

'There are poets who sing you to sleep and poets who ready you for war and I want to be both.' - Ashe Vernon

'You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you are not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.' - Anita Ofkansi

'At the centre of every poem is this: I have loved you. I have to deal with that.' - Salma Deera

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Published on February 24, 2015 12:52

everyone stop what you’re doing and listen to James Blake covering ‘a case of...

everyone stop what you’re doing and listen to James Blake covering ‘a case of you’, you’re welcome in advance 

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Published on February 24, 2015 12:24

February 23, 2015

"You’re a doll,
you are flawless but
I just can’t wait
for love to destroy us."

“You’re a doll,

you are flawless but

I just can’t wait

for love to destroy us.”

- The Neighbourhood
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Published on February 23, 2015 10:28

February 22, 2015

Just this month, I became a single mom and gave birth to my daughter. I am naming her Azra, that she may become as strong as you. Thank you for inspiring me always. God bless.

Well. Damn. Here’s to you. Here’s to your baby girl. May she be strong, may she be brave, may she be fierce and fiercely loving.

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Published on February 22, 2015 21:56

"I can’t touch syllables
tenderness, throats.
Look it’s like this, I’m just like the rest,
limping..."

“I can’t touch syllables

tenderness, throats.

Look it’s like this, I’m just like the rest,

limping across the city, flying when I can.”

- Dionne Brand, from: “Thirsty” (via learningfromthehands)
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Published on February 22, 2015 08:36

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