Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 30

People take what they want, and leave.

What a boring thing to say. It’s so one of Peyton’s drawings from One Tree Hill while she sits on her bed in a black dress and laments about how awful it all is. If you go through life believing that (and actually I don’t think you do believe that, you just like how weighty it feels to say it) people are going to do just that. Take what they need and leave because why the hell shouldn’t they when you’re expecting it anyway.

Aleppo

Aleppo :

captivatess:

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Thank you for that message about weight. That was really beautiful and I really needed it, especially today! Hopefully I would get to that place someday! You give me hope

You will angel, you need to just let yourself.

I am so comfortable with myself. For the first time in my life I’m happy in my own skin....

I am so comfortable with myself. For the first time in my life I’m happy in my own skin. I’m not disgusted by my stomach or my dimpled body or the stretch marks. I am so so okay with the fact that I’m an overweight woman. When a fat girl acknowledges her weight, when she’s able to bring it up without it being a big deal, when she’s being honest and not self deprecating, please don’t undermine it. Please don’t say “no you’re not, you’re beautiful.” I know I’m beautiful. I know I’m fat. I’m finally okay with it.

"To lie in the warm expanse of your back, to kiss those sun-speckled freckles, to be warm and..."

“To lie in the warm expanse of your back,

to kiss those sun-speckled freckles,

to be warm and gentle together,

to drink you into honey.

That’s all.”

- Azra.T "Holy Monday" after “Deer Tracks” by Richard Brautigan  (via 5000letters)

"When a man says knifeis no form of seductionhe means he’s never beensplit. But doesn’t..."

“When a man says knife

is no form of seduction

he means he’s never been

split. But doesn’t everyone

have a seam? Unravel

to dark sugar?”

- Cameron Awkward-Rich, “Essay on What Is & Isn’t,” published in The Shade Journal (via weirdfishes)

pureblooder:the sound // the 1975

pureblooder:

the sound // the 1975

nietzscheandme:Auguste Rodin, Lovers

nietzscheandme:

Auguste Rodin, Lovers

sometimes I read your poetry and I feel like, years after the fact I'm listening to a song my mother sung to me; I feel like I walked into a stranger's house and got a whiff of something comfortingly familiar; I feel like your words reached inside my head

you are the softest.

"I imagine the sex. The rattle of it, the sharpness, their tongues, His & Hers, matching..."

“I imagine the sex.

The rattle of it,

the sharpness,

their tongues,

His & Hers,

matching towels,

coffee mugs,

hipbones aligned

into planetary

miracles. Mouth

seams full of light,

joints aching,

heavy with it,

curving their bodies

like swans necks,

his fingers, before,

the same fingers,

before,

on a different body,

not mine,

less bulbous

and hesitant,

not mine,

open as a subway

station, eating

skin on skin on skin,

not mine,

like handprints

on foggy windows,

pressing her

into every shadow,

the same fingers, before,

pulling her throat strings,

before,

swallowing her

into litanies of

greedy prayers, before,

not mine, before,

the grime of them,

furious with it,

before.”

- Azra.T “Fuck You”  (via 5000letters)