Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 219
September 17, 2014
"Makes a cathedral, him pressing against
me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe
his mouth is..."
me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe
his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me
like stars.”
- Richard Siken, excerpt of Saying Your Names
do you have something about losing a friend to death?
I only have When Grief Comes and I’m not sure it’s what you need. I’m sorry for your loss, truly x
why arent u answering all of your questions you gotten??
Because a) I get too many and b) I don’t have to
i just read about Aphrodite running through the fields barefoot after hearing about Adonis’s...
i just read about Aphrodite running through the fields barefoot after hearing about Adonis’s death with bleeding feet and red anemones springing from the earth in her wake and now i know who i’m going to write about next in my mythological series
"I was just thinking about someone else touching you and now I can’t decide on whether I want to..."
- i just want you all to myself, i’m sorry - s-u-r-e-f-i-r-e (via unconcernedteenblogger)
Is love patient?
Sometimes love will wait for as long as you need. Sometimes it’ll take you by the throat and shake you and drag you away. It depends on the nature of your love. Neither one is more valid than the other.
September 16, 2014
I'm listening to you reading your poetry and wow I just can't focus on the words because your voice is inhumanly beautiful. I love you Azra. Thank you for being you. X
Oh, I swear my normal real life voice is significantly less dramatic and interesting than my poetry reading voice but thank you so much for the sentiment! xxx
"At some point it becomes true that all stories
are love stories. all making, love making.
I didn’t..."
are love stories. all making, love making.
I didn’t make this rule. but it binds me
all the same. I wish there were a law
against condescending against love. against
the economy of fear that says your joy
means less joy for me as if love
were pie, or money, or fossil fuel
dug or pumped from the earth, gone
when it’s gone. it’s just not true. the heart
with its gift for magnificent expansion
is not coal. not fruit set to spoil or the dollar
cringing in its wallet. when you say darling,
the world lights up at its edges. when mouths
find mouths and minds follow or minds find
minds and mouths, hands, hips, toes, follow –
how about you call that sacred. how about you raise
your veined right hand and swear on the blood
that branches there, yes. I take this crush
to be my lawful infatuation. I will bend toward joy
until the bending’s its own pleasure. I will memorize
photographs and street maps, I will acquiesce
to the maudlin urgency of pop songs and dance,
and dance – there’s a perfection only the impossible kiss
possesses. there are notes you can only hear naked
in the dark of a room to which you will never
return. anything that moves the world toward light
is a blessing. why not take it with both hands,
lift it to your lips like a broth of stars. this
is the substance that holds our little atoms together
into bodies. this sweet paste of longing
is all that binds us to the earth.
and all we know of the gods.”
- Marty McConnell, “Three of Cups” (via letters-to-nobody)
Hello you beautiful human being. My boyfriend gifted me your book recently and he made little marks in it whenever he felt like it applied to our relationship. I LOVED every bit of that book and whenever I get mad at him or things aren't right, I just open
This is so fucking cute I’m so glad you told me this it makes me feel all warm inside oh my gooood he marked little places that reminds him of you and now you read it when you’re sad does he have a twin brother who’ll be as adorable with me?!?!
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