Ashe Vernon's Blog, page 104
February 14, 2016
I don't know but when you say tiny queer poet I'm thinking, you're not tiny because you're so full of poetry and soft and wisdom that comes from living and surviving and to me that makes you a big-hearted person x I don't think this makes sense and I'm sor
whAT THIS IS SO CUTE OH MY GOSH, THANK YOU!!!!!
I don't know but when you say tiny queer poet I'm thinking, you're not tiny because you're so full of poetry and soft and wisdom that comes from living and surviving and to me that makes you a big-hearted person x I don't think this makes sense and I'm sor
whAT THIS IS SO CUTE OH MY GOSH, THANK YOU!!!!!
I don't know but when you say tiny queer poet I'm thinking, you're not tiny because you're so full of poetry and soft and wisdom that comes from living and surviving and to me that makes you a big-hearted person x I don't think this makes sense and I'm sor
whAT THIS IS SO CUTE OH MY GOSH, THANK YOU!!!!!
I don't know but when you say tiny queer poet I'm thinking, you're not tiny because you're so full of poetry and soft and wisdom that comes from living and surviving and to me that makes you a big-hearted person x I don't think this makes sense and I'm sor
whAT THIS IS SO CUTE OH MY GOSH, THANK YOU!!!!!
A boy with a heart of gold, an infectious laugh, and an attitude of spun sugar said he liked me today but he has a glowing aura and I'm afraid. What if my dark one tarnished his? What if my baggage is too heavy or doesn't match his? Momma Ashe, I'm scared
Baby, you are not a burden. You are not a dark spot. You are not a stain or a swamp. You are the pillar of light who couldn’t reach all the way to the sun but kept trying. For all you’ve been made to feel like clenched fists, you are still open palms. Maybe he’ll put his heart in them and maybe he won’t, but they will always be deserving of love.
You will always be deserving of love.
A boy with a heart of gold, an infectious laugh, and an attitude of spun sugar said he liked me today but he has a glowing aura and I'm afraid. What if my dark one tarnished his? What if my baggage is too heavy or doesn't match his? Momma Ashe, I'm scared
Baby, you are not a burden. You are not a dark spot. You are not a stain or a swamp. You are the pillar of light who couldn’t reach all the way to the sun but kept trying. For all you’ve been made to feel like clenched fists, you are still open palms. Maybe he’ll put his heart in them and maybe he won’t, but they will always be deserving of love.
You will always be deserving of love.
A boy with a heart of gold, an infectious laugh, and an attitude of spun sugar said he liked me today but he has a glowing aura and I'm afraid. What if my dark one tarnished his? What if my baggage is too heavy or doesn't match his? Momma Ashe, I'm scared
Baby, you are not a burden. You are not a dark spot. You are not a stain or a swamp. You are the pillar of light who couldn’t reach all the way to the sun but kept trying. For all you’ve been made to feel like clenched fists, you are still open palms. Maybe he’ll put his heart in them and maybe he won’t, but they will always be deserving of love.
You will always be deserving of love.
A boy with a heart of gold, an infectious laugh, and an attitude of spun sugar said he liked me today but he has a glowing aura and I'm afraid. What if my dark one tarnished his? What if my baggage is too heavy or doesn't match his? Momma Ashe, I'm scared
Baby, you are not a burden. You are not a dark spot. You are not a stain or a swamp. You are the pillar of light who couldn’t reach all the way to the sun but kept trying. For all you’ve been made to feel like clenched fists, you are still open palms. Maybe he’ll put his heart in them and maybe he won’t, but they will always be deserving of love.
You will always be deserving of love.
"Under your hands, I bloom into ache–
and heat and want. And heavy breath
and mouth and mouth and..."
and heat and want. And heavy breath
and mouth and mouth and mouth.
I melt,
all syrup on your fingers. You could
almost spin me into candy floss, except for
this weight on your hips:
this body
and how it buckles
for your body.”
- SPUN SUGAR by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
