Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 63

hey y'all, i just reached 70,000 followers and i wanted to thank you for sticking with me and...

hey y'all, i just reached 70,000 followers and i wanted to thank you for sticking with me and enjoying my writing and probably thinking that i’m a kinda cool person

"Peel your heart like a pomegranate. Offer it to him, palms outwards. Say “eat.” Watch him come..."

“

Peel your heart like a pomegranate.

Offer it to him, palms outwards.

Say “eat.”

Watch him come away

stained red by you.

You’re in his teeth.

He’ll kiss you with that mouth.

”

- Azra.T “Fruit” 

"Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re..."

“Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.”

- Azra.T “this is how you keep her”

"You belong here, not because you are lovely but because you are more than that."

“You belong here, not because you are lovely but because you are more than that.”

- Azra Tabassum

"I’m mad about the waste that happens when people who love each other can’t even bring themselves to..."

“I’m mad about the waste that happens when people who love each other can’t even bring themselves to talk.”

- Alice Walker, The Temple of My Familiar
(via heresay)

malinconie:Pink Water Lilies by Claude Monet

malinconie:

Pink Water Lilies by Claude Monet

Do you have any music recs :))

Okay I haven’t done this in ages so here goes: 

Lover, You Should’ve Come Over - Jeff Buckley 
Haunting - Halsey Angels in Chelsea - Rachel PlattenIncomplete - James BayScars - James BayMonsters - Mumford and SonsHot Gates - Mumford and SonsSwim Good - Frank OceanYours - Ella HendersonMaster and a Hound - Gregory Alan IsakovEvery Other Freckle - Alt-JReckless Serenade - Arctic Monkeys

"I like imagining your body is Saturn,my body ten thousand rings wrapped around you."

“I like imagining your body is Saturn,

my body ten thousand rings wrapped around you.”

- Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase, “Andrew” (via adimlylitmirror)

"sparrow woman plucks rain from her hair, drip-drop, cross-legged blister-fingers on top of the bed..."

“

sparrow woman plucks rain from her hair, drip-drop, cross-legged blister-fingers on top of the bed in a room outside time.

maybe the plums here mean something but their fleshy mouths spit all over silence and sparrow woman laughs. folds my hands over the candle in her throat, knows a universe can’t explode more than once in a while. moves just to feel light spark about, knows how to shove the red haze through clouds.

sparrow woman plucks leaves from my wrist, pit-a-pat bare-feet on linen. maybe the yellow glow here means something but outside time, it’s not heavy enough to press me to the ground.

sparrow woman laughs, walks fingers up my back. says i shouldn’t forget who to call home. shouldn’t run rabbit-furred if i’d prefer to bury my bone. sitting thigh to thigh, tender still churns the same wrong. says, you gotta be soft sometimes, or they’ll forget you’re raw-strong.

”

- dosenherz, bird friends: sparrow woman and the light through glass shards, dancing
(via vapourise)

volopindarico:Claude Monet, Lo stagno delle ninfee.

volopindarico:

Claude Monet, Lo stagno delle ninfee.