Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 158

Oh gosh, Azra, I can't count the times I've read your piece "Free verse desire". It's so incredibly beautiful, I love it so much. It's one of my all time favourites of your writing!

That’s so funny and brilliant! I wrote that in literally about a minute because of some offhand comment that one of my friend’s made!! So it’s wonderful that you like it so much xx

"I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old..."

“I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey. Men who didn’t come to the emergency room with you, men who left on Christmas Eve. Men who slammed the security gates, who made you love them and then changed their minds. Fortresses of boys, their ragged shrubs full of eyes following you, grabbing your breasts, waving their money, eyes already knocking you down, taking what they felt was theirs.””

- Janet Fitch, White Oleander  (via prelovers)

"The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a..."

“The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into it.”

- Keith Miller  

"Crazy In Love [2014 Remix]" - Beyoncé.Fifty Shades of Grey...

"Crazy In Love [2014 Remix]" - Beyoncé.
Fifty Shades of Grey Soundtrack.

"I couldn’t tell you in any of the ways I knew how, it was strange because I spoke too often and so..."

“

I couldn’t tell you in any of the ways I knew how, it was strange because I spoke too often and so loud you often told me to shut up, but when I opened my mouth, I was always distracted. Your cheeks looked like freshly picked apples in the light, I wanted to sink my teeth into them. On Monday morning I felt the words rising in my throat like bile only I was stupid enough to look at you and I swear that I forgot what day it was because you were so fucking beautiful standing in the light falling from the open kitchen windows that God himself couldn’t have forced the sentiment from my mouth. And that’s how it went, I tried and I lost it, there was always something to derail me and I could never explain to you how even the spread of freckles across your nose turned my stomach so heavily that I couldn’t remember what languages I’d learned. Sometimes I whispered them to you in Bengali at night whilst you were lying across my stomach, over and over again like the lyrics from a favourite song and you’d ask me in your sleepy voice what I meant and all I could say was ‘I’m asking if you’ll make me a sandwich.’ You’d pinch my stomach and roll your eyes until your lashes fluttered against my skin and curse in frustration. Sometimes you kissed me so hard I wondered if you were trying to lick the words out of my mouth.

I tried to tell you in other ways, quietly and gently, I bought your favourite blend of chocolate milk and didn’t let anyone drink it because when your stomach hurt you’d put your head on my shoulder and cradle the cup in your hands. I learned your favourite song on guitar and it took me three whole weeks to pluck up the courage to show you but I peeked under my lashes when I was playing and your smile, boy, it looked like rain on desert and it was worth the sore nails. You asked me to play on Saturday night, you told me that you wished I could say it, but I couldn’t so I strummed it through my fingers instead and let you eat the last slice of cake. You must have known then, when I shook for you at night and held your hands until my nails were tattoos on your skin, when I sat through hours of Lord of the Rings for you, that even though you hadn’t heard me say it yet, I was still telling you in a thousand different ways, I was still telling you.

”

- Azra.T “Not Shaking the Trees” 

Can you pick me up on your way home? We'll talk about love

We’ll have to walk because I can’t drive and it’s pretty cold but I’ll hold your hand real tight 

Ok I've been scrolling down your blog for the past two hours and I'm having a friend who is about to be here over for dinner yet I just can't stop because your words are addicting. And I'm not even just talking about your poetry. I think my favorite thing

You’re such a cutie this is such an adorable message!!! And of course I want Turkish dumplings??? Turkish food is my absolute favourite. Probably best not to invite me for dinner though, I’d eat absolutely everything! xx

The way that your lips curl when you smile makes my whole body weak

Oh, I read this message at a bus stop at 8:22 this morning in the freezing cold and it warmed me right up, thank you x

"We have all hurt someone tremendously, whether by intent or accident. We have all loved someone..."

“We have all hurt someone tremendously, whether by intent or accident. We have all loved someone tremendously, whether by intent or accident. It is an intrinsic human trait, and a deep responsibility, I think, to be an organ and a blade. But, learning to forgive ourselves and others because we have not chosen wisely is what makes us most human. We make horrible mistakes. It’s how we learn. We breathe love. It’s how we learn. And it is inevitable.”

- N. Waheed 

"On your knees. pray to the Gods with your floodgate of a heart thrown wide openhands up, head..."

“On your knees.

pray to the Gods with your floodgate of a heart

thrown wide open

hands up, head bent

back of your neck like an unholy offering

repeat after me:

‘Absolve me for the ways that I loved him,

full, wanting and endlessly brimming

give me the strength to keep on.

I am not sorry. I am not sorry.’”

- Azra.T “And if they don’t let me into heaven, I will kiss you in the dark.”  (via 5000letters)