Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 23

"When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you in the moonlight, you cling to me..."

“When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you in the moonlight, you cling to me hard, as if clinging could save us.

I think you think I will never die, I think I exude to you the permanence of smoke or stars even as my broken arms heal themselves around you.”

- Galway Kinnell

Oh, honey. I'm just so proud of you for having the courage to be who you are. My only friend who speaks Bengali, well, she was forced (yes, forced) into an arranged marriage 3 months ago, and I have not heard from her since. I think about her every single

I’m really not sure, that’s the scariest thing. My parents love me and I’m their whole life but I’m not who they want me to be. I don’t think I could ever be that person and I can’t lie about it anymore. I’m sorry for what happened to your friend, it’s a tragedy that is being re-created all over the world and all the time.

hey guys, there is a lot of you on here and I’m throwing this out in the hopes someone will be...

hey guys, there is a lot of you on here and I’m throwing this out in the hopes someone will be able to help me. I’ve made some big life decisions in the past two years and these are things I’ve had to hide because of my religion and culture. I am tired of pretending now, it affects my mental health and it affects my happiness. I want to be honest and I want to write a letter to my parents who are Bengali. Because of that there’s restrictions in our full understanding of each other. If anyone is able to translate English to Bengali and are willing to do that for me I would be so eternally grateful. You’d be helping me to make the next step in my life.

whitegirlwithabombassbooty:5000letters:This lovely wee angel...

whitegirlwithabombassbooty:

5000letters:

This lovely wee angel got some tattoos of my words from Samson and Delilah. “until our bones had turned to marrow” on the hip and “like honey and dates, I loved you soft” on the thigh. These poems are only available in my book Shaking The Trees if you fancy reading them! It’s available here.

IT ME!!! Love you! This book changed my life! Planning on getting a Persephone tattoo because of it too

I don’t think you could make me die anymore tbh

"Being in love was like running barefoot along a street covered with broken bottles. It was..."

“Being in love was like running barefoot along a street covered with broken bottles. It was foolhardy, and if you got through it without damage it was only by sheer luck. It was like taking off your clothes at lunchtime in a bank. It let people think they knew something about you that you didn’t know about them, it gave them power over you. It made you visible, soft, penetrable; it made you ludicrous.”

- Margaret Atwood, Bodily Harm (via heresay)

"I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with..."

“I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me ‘cause I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth.”

- Richard Siken, Wishbone  (via 7-weeks)

The unfathomable meeting of us still shakes me. How unlikely it was. How exactly perfect in position...

The unfathomable meeting of us still shakes me. How unlikely it was. How exactly perfect in position the universe must have been. How sweet she was when she cradled us both in her palms and said “yes, them.” Because we were 100’s of miles away from each other and years apart. Because you were grown and responsible. Because you’d already found love and lost love and seen the ugliness of that. And I was just starting with it. I’d somehow thought that my heart had been broken already but it was swelling, making room for you and them and all the light you’ve brought into me. So even now, gentle as the night is, while I lie against your side, you softly breathing with sleep, I am astonished and awed at the unlikeliness of it. Of you and me, forever away, in this room now, together.

deeradeera:I was facetiming with my love @5000letters this morning and she made me feel so much...

deeradeera:

I was facetiming with my love @5000letters this morning and she made me feel so much better and I just wanna quickly appreciate what a wonderful friend she is ❤

I love you ratbag

when you write poetry, do you write it all out as prose first and then fit it on the page differently? or do you space the lines out etc as you're writing? im new to writing poetry and just curious. :)

I write it as stanzas! I don’t necessarily plan where they end or how many lines they’ll be, I just let the words take their own shape and then I’ll go through and change things up and structure them if need be. Prose and poetry are not the same medium and art form so they can’t be written in the same way, not in my opinion anyway. It’s quite a cool idea for switching things up though like taking a piece of poetry and trying to turn it into prose and vice versa.

What's your definition of love?

Once, my belly was really hurting and I was lying in bed asleep and he was going to work. It was really early morning and he came in and gently popped a hot water bottle under my stomach, kissed my forehead and left. He didn’t mention it at all.