Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 212

Some quotes that make your heart ache a little bit every time?

Yes!

These words are red because you have touched me holy. - Gregory Sherl
Beautiful, sobbing, high-geared fucking and then to lie silently like deer tracks in the freshly-fallen snow beside the one you love. That’s all. - Richard Brautigan
Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. it’s terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with you. - Richard Siken 
Give me the kind of love that turns my past into an etch-a-sketch and shakes the broken out of me. - Shane Koyczan
Some things, once you’ve loved them, become yours forever. And if you try to let them go, they only circle back and return to you. They become a part of who you are, or they destroy you. - Kill Your Darlings
I taste the good and the bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery. - Anita Ofkanski 
I can even say it though only once and it won’t last: I want this. I want this. - Margaret Atwood
You have my permission not to love me. I am a cathedral of deadbolts, and I would rather burn myself down than change any of the locks. - Rachel McKibbens

has anyone who works in retail ever had a moment where you’re serving someone and doing...

has anyone who works in retail ever had a moment where you’re serving someone and doing something really stupid like not being able to find the bar code on an item and you look up expecting them to be impatient but they’re just looking at you with the warmest expression on their face and a tiny lil smile

"Does he fall for her features like rearranged furniture? When he kisses her, does she taste like..."

“Does he fall for her features like rearranged furniture? When

he kisses her, does she taste like new paint?”

- From “On Watching Someone You Love Love Someone Else,” a poem in Sierra DeMulder’s New Shoes On A Dead Horse, reviewed at The Rumpus by Gina Vaynshteyn. (via therumpus)

stephenhawqueen:the US is unreal like girls cant wear shorts to school, you can literally lose...

stephenhawqueen:

the US is unreal like girls cant wear shorts to school, you can literally lose your job for being gay, and unarmed black children are brutally murdered on the regular but old white ppl r still like “what a beautiful country. i can freely carry a gun for no reason and some of our mountains look like presidents. god bless”

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"My poor motherbegged for a sheepbut raised a wolf."

“My poor mother

begged for a sheep

but raised a wolf.”

- Michelle K., Four Rhythms. (via michellekpoems)

it's kind of ironic how that one anon said your writing was invalid because you've never felt any of it, but i was just asking myself if you've ever felt love cause if not, then HOW exactly were you able to put it in PERFECT WORDS every single time

Eek, thank you so much! I guess people’s opinions differ and that’s okay although to be told your voice is not authentic and also invalid is unnecessary but whatever. it kinda just makes me sad though because I hope young new writers don’t think they’re not allowed to write about these things cos they haven’t experienced them. The point of writing isn’t to exclude, it’s to give anyone who wants one, a voice.

I love your writing but tbh it makes love seem... invalidated. You've never felt the things you write about. Love/sex/romance/intimacy... you write like you understand but you don't. It invalidates the entire thing. You don't have credibility.

This is such an entirely unnecessary message. You love my writing but I haven’t felt any of it so it doesn’t mean anything? Can people write about witches and wizards and orcs and vampires and ghosts? Have they known any of those things? Does that mean you can’t enjoy fictional universes either because damn those fake writers for never exorcising a demon? Furthermore, how do you know what I have and have not been through? You need to dispel the idea that I share every aspect of my life on this blog, trust me, I don’t. 

Ultimate relationship goals?

Oh, man, I just want to not constantly feel like I’m not good enough or feel little. I wanna make someone happy, and not always deliriously happy, not always fairytale happy, but warm. Safe, like they know that whichever parts of themselves they choose to give me is gonna be kept very carefully. I wanna do the same. I wanna know that they’re glad to see me, genuinely heartfelt glad like ‘there is my favourite person, here she comes. I’m gonna be alright with her.’ I wanna wake up and not be terrified that everything is gonna go crumbling away or one fight is going to loosen the entire foundation. More than anything I want it to be like this ‘I love you today and I will try my best to continuing loving you and even if you make it downright impossible somedays, I’m still going to stay because you’re my person and that’s the end of it.’ 

"They warned me like this: by setting the colosseum on fire. The Gods are furious that I have loved..."

“They warned me like this: by setting the colosseum on fire.

The Gods are furious that I have loved you more than I have loved them.

Here, let me explain, there’s a cherry tree growing inside of my stomach and instead of bending towards heaven, the branches are leaning to wherever you are closest.

This probably means that you’re light.

This probably means that you’re devastating.

This probably means that I will be on fire if I touch you.

That’s okay, light me up. I’ll hand you the gasoline. I’ll hand you the spark. It’s already there.

And I don’t mean because I’m crazy and it hurts, I just mean that I’m already burning up for you.

Somehow it’s a miracle, somehow the healers are shaking their heads and wondering how anyone can be ash from the inside out and still be alive.

Tell them I’m a tree, tell them I’m a phoenix, tell them anything but ‘there’s this woman and I’m new because of her.’
Honestly, I did, I told them about you and they don’t believe me but this is why the Gods are angry.

Because I have started calling you miracle.

Because I’ve left my heart out on the street for you.
Because the crows are pecking at it and saying ‘for her’ as they go.
That’s okay, I don’t mind.
I’ve loved you like this.
It’s the only way I’ve known how.
Let them be furious, we’ll tell them it was on purpose, we’ll say it was deliberate.

I’ll say:
‘Yes, I knew exactly what I was doing.’
I’ll say:
‘Yes, I burned everything down for her.’”

- Azra.T “Love Letter from Forever Ago”