#azrat

[deiasilva10]

“I will only let you touch me, if your hands are so full of intention, that every brush of your palms feels like you’re writing a novel on my skin.” Azra T., “Braille” #Superman #ClarkKent #Kalel #ManOfSteel#HenryCavill #WonderWoman #DianaPrince#DianaOfThemyscira #AmazonPrincess#GalGadot #SupermanWonderWoman#SupermanandWonderWoman#SuperWonder #DCcomics#DCEntertainment #powercouple#ultimatepowercouple #lovebirds#supercouple #love #loversandbestfriends#lovers #reallove #truelove #relationshipofequals#relationshipgoals #azrat #adamhughes

[a-gency]

Not all #Love is gentle. Sometimes it’s gritty and dirty and possessive, sometimes it’s not supposed to be careful or soft at all. Sometimes it feels like #Teeth. - #AzraT #LoveBites... #Art by #FernandoVicente

[openlyj]

I’ll only let you touch me if your hands are so full of intention that every brush of your palms feels like you’re writing a novel on my skin.

Azrat

[lunavixenxo]

Courage

"Loving someone who cannot love you the same way in return is not weakness. It’s one of the most courageous things you’ll ever do. You are putting your armour at their feet and you are saying “I will not fight you in this. I have loved you and that means that I have already won." – Azra T.

[vforvelvetta]

2014-2015, in my eyes, was the year of break-ups. I know of broken relationships, broken engagements, broken promises & the worst of all... Broken hearts. It's a most tragic end to what could've been eternal. And no matter how much the world is changing and people are evolving, I believe that everyone is looking for things of permanence.

We grow up being taught that "life is too short" & that "moments are fleeting", and all we want to do is claim or be claimed by something for eternity. We set out looking for it, and lose ourselves in the constant search. Sometimes, this is almost a subconscious longing. You program yourself to enjoy being single, but you know deep down that any sign of affection and attention from someone you fancy is a switch turned on. And then auto-pilot kicks in & you're overthinking again. Making plans for an imaginary future that only you envision. A fairytale, for some. You keep telling yourself you're deserving of it. That if A, B & C can have it and make it work, you can too.

So why is it that reality is so different? Why is it that things we want most never come to us in the state of permanence that we hope it would? Why doesn't it last? Could it be, that with every broken heart, we're losing our vulnerability? Our childish enthusiasm for things? That we are more adept at building walls at a rapid pace? At dismissing possibilities at the slightest hint of distaste or incompatibility? Are we growing impatient? Could it be, that while we call ourselves romantics & believers in love, we're letting our made-up standards rule us? Being too picky? Being too afraid to either let people in, or be alone? Shutting ourselves into corners, but wanting to be in company also? Only choosing what we know won't work for us because it fits some 'category'? Could it be that we're too busy either looking for the metaphorical one, or avoiding those we've admonished for not fitting the bill? Can we instead just rest, breathe and enjoy time with ourselves, like we promised? Or can we just call a time-out so our hearts can heal?

I don't know about you but I've decided to just take in my life and peace out for a while. What's the worst that could happen?

[via  PEACH + NEBULA]

[vforvelvetta]

I miss him like these words I cannot find to articulate the emotions that swell inside my beastly chest, heaving with sorrow of lost love and it makes me want to beg the universe to bring him back into my emptiness like a most rained-on tree of nostalgia To re-ignite the flame that once existed and scorched us black   till we bathed in those ashes and called it affection and passion and love. This toxic smoke, how it chokes me until I crawl on my knees, attempting to cry but all I feel are dark feathers in my throat, parched and prickly so I bleed instead and I remember those days when I snuck up behind him and kissed the back of his cold ears, warming it with my mouth and the flame that spoke his name on my tongue I remember trailing these lips on his soft neck and his fingers on my bones wrapped in skin and the memory of this on sand and sea, the clouds blooming for us. The wind serenading what once seemed a perfect union I miss him and it kills me. I miss him because we are bound eternal I miss him because stars shine alone and he was the comet that set me ablaze and vanished I miss him and I wonder if the ocean misses its storm...

- Velvetta,  'Memory Foam'

[via  PEACH + NEBULA]

[vforvelvetta]

Frayed at the edges My heart is frayed at the edges like a pair of denims, stone-washed repeatedly But it was once made pure and untouched Like a new diamond polished Like a baby's tender feet never having touched the earth Like an infant plant in its first stages of growth Fueled with the strength of my life givers Nurtured in my mother's womb Protected by a steel cage And yet, how weathered you are now, dear heart I cannot tell if it has made you stronger or if it has damaged you beyond repair All I know is this... You continue to beat for me You continue to hope and excite and pump precious ruby blood, so I can live this life No amount of superficial bruising deters you You're forged of the iron running through my veins Mother heart, my soul loves you My brain needs you, my fingers wish they could touch you so you'd know And while you keep my organs alive, I fight to stay alive for you I take you out on battles and you wear your armor without complaining Not a moment of hesitation You dive into icy oceans and jump into blazing fires with me You sing to me when I'm happy and nurse my wounds when I fail A heart that's never wrinkled or seasick Others have tried to take you from me, and you persistently held on You're my roots in a storm and how you hold me! I'll wear you on my sleeve, and on my tongue and carry you in my bones I will love you and how can I be wrong when you were my teacher For the first time perhaps, a love returned in full I love a heart so pure, so scarred, so brave I love a heart that's only mine

- Velvetta - ‘Mother Heart’

[via  PEACH + NEBULA] 

▲ I wrote this inspired by my favourite warrior women writers, 5000letters, madgirlf, latenightcornerstore, warsanshires, alonesomes, clementinevonradics and yrsadaleyward, among many others.

I have young women who write to me daily saying they'd like to someday write like me. And while I am overwhelmed and kind of speechless sometimes, I encourage them deeply. I want them to know that everything written about, in word, comes from a personal and intimate experience. Everything I write about comes from inside me, and nothing can compare to that rawness. So live your lives in full and draw from it. A deep passion for life and all living things is your gift to keep. Hone it, my loves.

[vforvelvetta]

I come to you, with my arms stretched open and you peel my skin back from the bone and let the sun barbecue my flesh to a medium rare before you kiss it with your green tongue and tell me I am delicious on the inside and that you want me for yourself in this exact manner and that I don't need seasoning or colour because rosiness is plenty.

I come to you, painfully conscious of this raw creature I am right now hoping you won't singe me and poke holes in me with your bamboo stares and leviathan limbs that drug me into a trance I never want gone Your tea stained lips of perfection that you lick to arouse that little monster inside of me, that purring monster that only wants to be claimed and tamed and released from its chains.

I come to you, and you share with me your icy blue bubble that is both warm and refreshing Like a cinnamon stick on your tongue and down your luscious throat You sit with me in the dark and draw these neon luminous triangles on my body and my arms and my chest and tell me I am made of the moon; waxing, waning and full A triskelion of female energy and that you want to be the melodic accompaniment to it My swan song.

I come to you, and I'm coming home.

- Velvetta, "Flesh Coloured Monsters"

[via  PEACH + NEBULA]