Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 201
October 16, 2014
this one time i asked my friend if the fat content in cereal gets lowered because it shrinks when...
this one time i asked my friend if the fat content in cereal gets lowered because it shrinks when you put warm milk in it and does that mean i can eat more than one bowl and he said “that’s not how science works azra”
"The first time he calls you holy,
you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt.
The second time,
you..."
“The first time he calls you holy,
you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt.
The second time,
you moan gospel around his fingers
between your teeth.
He has always surprised
you into surprising yourself.
Because he’s an angel hiding his halo
behind his back and
nothing has ever felt so filthy
as plucking the wings from his shoulders—
undressing his softness
one feather at a time.
God, if you’re out there,
if you’re listening,
he fucks like a seraphim,
and there’s no part of scripture
that ever prepared you for his hands.
Hands that map a communion
in the cradle of your hips.
Hands that kiss hymns up your sides.
He confesses how long he’s looked
for a place to worship and,
oh,
you put him on his knees.
When he sinks to the floor and moans
like he can’t help himself,
you wonder if the other angels
fell so sweet.
He says his prayers between your thighs
and you dig your heels into the base of his spine
until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue.
You will ruin him and he will thank you;
he will say please.
No damnation ever looked as cozy as this,
but you fit over his hips like they
were made for you.
You fit, you fit, you fit.
On top of him, you are an ancient god
that only he remembers and he
offers up his skin.
And you take it.
Who knew sacrifice was so profane?
And once you’ve taught him how to hold
your throat in one hand
and your heart in the other,
you will have forgotten every other word,
except his name.”
- PROFANE, by Ashe Vernon
you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt.
The second time,
you moan gospel around his fingers
between your teeth.
He has always surprised
you into surprising yourself.
Because he’s an angel hiding his halo
behind his back and
nothing has ever felt so filthy
as plucking the wings from his shoulders—
undressing his softness
one feather at a time.
God, if you’re out there,
if you’re listening,
he fucks like a seraphim,
and there’s no part of scripture
that ever prepared you for his hands.
Hands that map a communion
in the cradle of your hips.
Hands that kiss hymns up your sides.
He confesses how long he’s looked
for a place to worship and,
oh,
you put him on his knees.
When he sinks to the floor and moans
like he can’t help himself,
you wonder if the other angels
fell so sweet.
He says his prayers between your thighs
and you dig your heels into the base of his spine
until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue.
You will ruin him and he will thank you;
he will say please.
No damnation ever looked as cozy as this,
but you fit over his hips like they
were made for you.
You fit, you fit, you fit.
On top of him, you are an ancient god
that only he remembers and he
offers up his skin.
And you take it.
Who knew sacrifice was so profane?
And once you’ve taught him how to hold
your throat in one hand
and your heart in the other,
you will have forgotten every other word,
except his name.”
- PROFANE, by Ashe Vernon
"One day you lose something, and you say: ‘Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn’t even know it.’"
“One day you lose something, and you say: ‘Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn’t even know it.’”
- Unknown, Humans of New York (via middecember)
- Unknown, Humans of New York (via middecember)
October 15, 2014
this is a soft reminder that my book Shaking The Trees is available at WordsDance, Amazon and Etsy...
this is a soft reminder that my book Shaking The Trees is available at WordsDance, Amazon and Etsy and as an Ebook! All of the support that I’ve gotten from you guys so far is absolutely overwhelming and I love y’all very much for loving me xx
"I hope you know that no one will love you like I did. That’s not bitter, or resentful, it’s just the..."
“I hope you know that no one will love you like I did. That’s not bitter, or resentful, it’s just the truth.”
- Azra.T || Wait, they don’t love you like I do. (via larmoyante)
- Azra.T || Wait, they don’t love you like I do. (via larmoyante)
"I haven’t left you. I don’t leave you, not ever. Do you know why? Because when you are gone I..."
“I haven’t left you. I don’t leave you, not ever. Do you know why? Because when you are gone I re-create you from memory. The scent of your skin, the mole above the broom of your mustache, how you fit in my palms. Your skin dark and rich as piloncillo. This face in my hands. I miss you. I miss you even now as you lie next to me.”
- Sandra Cisneros, from “Eyes of Zapata,” Woman Hollering Creek (via lifeinpoetry)
- Sandra Cisneros, from “Eyes of Zapata,” Woman Hollering Creek (via lifeinpoetry)
"When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever."
“When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.”
- Bob Hicok from, “Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem”
in each place and forever.”
- Bob Hicok from, “Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem”
October 14, 2014
I fought so fucking hard for a man once, I just dug my fingernails in and didn’t pay no mind...
I fought so fucking hard for a man once, I just dug my fingernails in and didn’t pay no mind to the fact that I was ripping them off trying so hard for a fight that ultimately, he didn’t care about, and I swore that I was never, ever going to do that to myself again.
"You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god."
“You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god.”
- Anais Nin (via hierarchia)
- Anais Nin (via hierarchia)
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