Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 215

A customer just walked in on me whilst I was screeching Invincible by Kelly Rowland at the top of my...

A customer just walked in on me whilst I was screeching Invincible by Kelly Rowland at the top of my lungs

"I want to say that I love you but I cannot keep breaking my spine for you."

“I want to say that I love you but I cannot keep breaking my spine for you.”

- Azra T (via watchthesnakescostheywatchingyou)

"Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder. My life is a storm."

“Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder. My life is a storm.”

- Anita Krizzan (via quotethat)

Do you have depression or clinical depression? You write really really sad things sometimes, though it's beautiful, it's also quite sad.

Do I? I didn’t realise. Honestly, nobody has ever described it as sad, that is so so interesting. I don’t though! I’ve been through various stages of it through my life but at the moment it’s all clear! xx

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"She lies about how she’s feeling, how she’s hurting, how she wants you when she tells you she..."

“She lies about how she’s feeling, how she’s hurting, how she wants you when she tells you she doesn’t. She lies to protect you and herself.”

- Tarryn Fisher, Thief (via fathomage)

"Don’t ask me to be vulnerable with you if you have no intentions of protecting me"

“Don’t ask me to be vulnerable with you if you have no intentions of protecting me”

- Jacoria Little

I can hear my mother talking on the phone downstairs and she said one of the most poetic things I...

I can hear my mother talking on the phone downstairs and she said one of the most poetic things I think I’ve ever heard her say: "when she is violent, then you must soften for her. And when you are violent, she must do the same for you." 

"Most days, it is my stomach that takes the hit for my love, but I am too busy apologising to my..."

“Most days, it is my stomach that takes the hit for my love, but I am too busy apologising to my heart for all the times I have made it feel like a dog on a leash. The couple in the flat above me are arguing like crows over food. They turn their home into a public place, they turn their home into a court room where no one is the judge except for the furniture. He throws plates at the wall and she looks at him and remembers that he loved her once. He looks at her and thinks of all the ways a body can change. They both stay because they don’t know how not to. I sit a floor beneath them and think about water and think about my stomach and the things I have put it through for love. The last heartbreak was a sea flooding my lungs. The last heartbreak looked like a lone bible sitting on the floor of a burning church. A man prays for forgiveness in the middle of a war-zone, his eyebrows are on fire. God is listening through the space between two buildings but the man does not know he is there and he stays on his knees. This is either stupid or it is brave, either way, I want it. I am looking for calm like this, for love like this. My devotion takes more space than my body can warrant, my devotion is flammable and everything I touch becomes a forest fire that leaves scorch marks at the bottom of my stomach. I am sorry for my body, I am sorry that I have filled it with other people and forgotten to leave space for myself. I am sorry for all the howling nights that my love felt like a fist closed around the carnival of my insides. All the performers have left, and the place is in havoc. The lights are off and the lions are pawing at the ground and roaring. They are looking for something to eat. Soon they will start on me. I think about my stomach, I tell him that I love him, he tells me that this is too much and I apologise to my heart again for the fallout. I wonder if morticians prefer dead bodies because when you tell them ‘I love you’ their silence sounds like ‘I love you too’. Funeral homes are littered with people like this. They are talking to the dead and are thankful that the dead cannot talk back.”

- Azra.T “Love song for my stomach and the wars it has eaten” 

Looking for literary tattoo suggestions! I love your taste in writing, so any ideas?

Here are some of my favourite (tattoo-able) quotes (the ones in the bold are the ones I want.):

Arrow meet heart, apple meet Eve - Daphne Gottlieb
Does his love make your head spin? Does he know where your lips begin? - Keaton Henson
Girls who run with wolves aren’t here for boys to love - Pearl
You belong to me. I belong to you. Only God knows - Unknown
It’s still you. It’s still you. - Margaret Atwood
Be crumbled. So wild flowers will come up where you are. You have been stony for too many years, try something different. Surrender. - Rumi
Here’s to strong women. May we know them. May we be them. May we raise them. - Unknown
Don’t touch me if you don’t mean it - The War Boys
I am the sea and nobody owns me - Pippi Longstocking
Her fight and fury is fiery, oh but she loves, like sleep to the freezing - Hozier

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