Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 160

"Your name is safe in my mouth—your heart too, tendons twined around my tongue"

“Your name is safe in my mouth—

your heart too, tendons twined around my tongue”

- Kate Horowitz, from “Your Name is Safe in My Mouth” (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

"This is the year you begin.Slip into the sweet mud.Get dirty.Stay dirty.There is nothing to..."

“This is the year you begin.

Slip into the sweet mud.

Get dirty.

Stay dirty.

There is nothing to forgive.”

- Jeremy Radin, “Pipe Organ Owl Mansion,” from Slow Dance With Sasquatch  (via stolenwine)

Salma is honestly one of the cutest little beetles I’ve ever met...

Salma is honestly one of the cutest little beetles I’ve ever met and she had me gasp laughing like twenty times today but the best part was when she said ferrets are her favourite animal and I said “I like chimichangas” and she said “Azra, that is Mexican food” and I forgot how to breathe for at least ten minutes

"… just because you make a body shiver don’t make it yours."

“… just because you make a body shiver don’t make it yours.”

- Catherynne M. Valente, from “The Shoot-Out at Burnt Corn Ranch Over the Bride of the World,” The Bread We Eat in Dreams (via lifeinpoetry)

"I have stopped twisting my body into apologies for you, I have stopped interchanging water for food..."

“I have stopped twisting my body into apologies for you, I have stopped interchanging water for food so you might find me sexy or pretty enough to fuck.”

- Letters For the Boys Who Broke My Heart by Azra Tabassum 

writingwillows is coming to see me tomorrow!!! I am going to take her to Japanese food and then for...

writingwillows is coming to see me tomorrow!!! I am going to take her to Japanese food and then for waffles and I have planned my outfit and I am hoping that she falls in love with me and never recovers 

Any advice or message to your haters?

My haters? I’m not Jay-Z you know…

"At lunch, I think about your hands, and that’s it. That’s my spine unloosening for the..."

“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.”

"You want to go back to where the sky was inside us."

“You want to go back

to where the sky was inside us.”

- Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems: 1965-1975 (via violentwavesofemotion)

freyjageist:"When she says to go deeper but you ran out of poems."

freyjageist:

"When she says to go deeper but you ran out of poems."