Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 68
December 19, 2015
Oh my goodness I want to make you cookies now
I would love you for a 101 years
i’ve never tried American sugar cookies before and i’m really and truly upset about this...
i’ve never tried American sugar cookies before and i’m really and truly upset about this because they look like little white iced clouds of deliciousness
"You’re going to do
something terrible,
you’re going to kiss
someone else
with that mouth.
And I..."
something terrible,
you’re going to kiss
someone else
with that mouth.
And I will not forgive you,
because I will not know
how to forget
that my skin is mine
but mostly it’s yours.
We were charting
another Atlantis together
on the map of my body,
And I’m taking it back now.
Your knowledge,
my secrets,
my gasps when you touch me
there, and there,
how these new worlds were
for you.
So you’ll kiss another mouth,
and maybe you’ll enjoy it,
maybe it’ll taste like new summer
or wild berries
or something you’ve never
had on your tongue before
but when you come back for me
with your hands wide open
I will not come,
I will not look for you,
and I will not forgive you.”
- Azra.T., “Another Mouth”, directly inspired by Caitlyn Siehl’s “That Mouth” (via 5000letters)
"devour your kings"
the small text post about telling how people love you - hope this doesnt sound silly but i was wondering, what does it mean?
kind of like…the little things. no grand gestures of bouquets of roses but making sure there’s a coffee on the table for you when you come downstairs in the morning, pulling the blanket higher over your shoulders so you don’t get cold, kissing you softly before work, endless tiny things that make love a really good thing
bootsi:
you can tell who really loves you over the tiniest details
"Each night you will try so hard
to touch his face. Your fingers
will shake. You will be crying
and..."
Each night you will try so hard
to touch his face. Your fingers
will shake. You will be crying
and you will not know why
and it’s not his fault. It’s not his fault
he is an un-swung axe.
- Sierra DeMulder, from “On Admitting You Are an Abuse Survivor,” We Slept Here
(via lifeinpoetry)
December 18, 2015
Your poetry is s o comforting and warm and soft soft soft it sounds like breathing and exhalations and not being able to catch your breath. I want to stay inside your words forever
ugh just kiss me
why has the “reply” button gone??? now i can’t readily flirt with everyone...
why has the “reply” button gone??? now i can’t readily flirt with everyone anymore.
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