Ashe Vernon's Blog, page 162

latenightcornerstore:So I have literal STACKS of copies of my...

latenightcornerstore:

So I have literal STACKS of copies of my first book left over from the tour, so if you’re interested in getting a signed copy, send a message to ashevernonpoetry@yahoo.com and I will make that happen for you!!
(The books are $15 + shipping, which will vary depending on how far away from me you are)

Still got some of these babies left! Get ‘em while you still can!

"Don’t you dare, for one minute,believe that my kindness makes me anything but insurmountable.I..."

“Don’t you dare, for one minute,

believe that my kindness makes me

anything but insurmountable.

I did not unzip my chest to every kind of hurt,

and stagger back, wounded and alive,

just to hear you call me weak for trying.

I opened my door to Heartache–

I gave her the fucking key.

My softness for wayward strangers

has made me nothing less

than a halfway house for aching soles.

So when you open your mouth

and call me ‘baby’

understand that I am not your next victim

in a laundry list of broken girls.

You think I don’t know you? People like you?

People with mouths for hands.

I’ve got skin like topsoil

and your teeth could never take root.

So when you go looking to make a plaything

of a sunburst,

you better look for someone with less fire

than me.

Because softness or no,

I will eat you alive

before I let you make a meal of me.”

- Softness, by Ashe Vernon

"This is what the lonely gets you:nights spent trying to look anywherebut at yourself, because..."

“This is what the lonely gets you:

nights spent trying to look anywhere

but at yourself, because then

you’ll have to admit that it isn’t

the mirror

that’s broken.

All this crying alone in an empty apartment

won’t teach you how to say the word “love”

when you feel it, just like it won’t

help you let go of the ones

who make your skin crawl just to talk to

except you don’t want to hurt them.

(You can never bring yourself to hurt anybody.

It is your best and worst quality.

You keep on hurting yourself.)

This is what the lonely gives you:

shaky hands and a shakier heart,

second guessing every good thing

you ever got.”

- LONELY POET IN AN EMPTY HOUSE by Ashe Vernon

So I have literal STACKS of copies of my first book left over...

So I have literal STACKS of copies of my first book left over from the tour, so if you’re interested in getting a signed copy, send a message to ashevernonpoetry@yahoo.com and I will make that happen for you!!
(The books are $15 + shipping, which will vary depending on how far away from me you are)

"You are more than the heartbreak you didn’t know what to do with. When you reach the cliff’s edge,..."

“You are more than the heartbreak

you didn’t know what to do with.

When you reach the cliff’s edge,

you will feel like jumping.

Remember:

it is courage,

not fear,

that makes you step back.”

- To The Boys Afraid Of Dying, by Ashe Vernon

"For the days when love feels like a passing stranger,or a hollow rumor of a thing, remember:The..."

“For the days when love feels like a passing stranger,

or a hollow rumor of a thing, remember:

The Earth has borne you just as surely

as your mother did.

You are the only You

in a universe of quiet stardust.

And what a miracle it is–

to Be.”

- by Ashe Vernon

Oh my god, why do I feel so guilty about moving on if he already moved on and probably forgotten about me completely? He was the one who chose her, who threw it all away like it didn't fucking matter and marched on through my ghost like if I've never were

“someday”s are useless, and they’re usually given out as promises by people who can’t decide what they want. I’ve never had a single person follow through with a “someday” they promised me. You have no reason to feel guilty. It’s gone. Holding on to a dream only hurts you, and you don’t deserve to be hurt.

Oh my god, why do I feel so guilty about moving on if he already moved on and probably forgotten about me completely? He was the one who chose her, who threw it all away like it didn't fucking matter and marched on through my ghost like if I've never were

“someday”s are useless, and they’re usually given out as promises by people who can’t decide what they want. I’ve never had a single person follow through with a “someday” they promised me. You have no reason to feel guilty. It’s gone. Holding on to a dream only hurts you, and you don’t deserve to be hurt.

I really wish i could look in the mirror when i get out of the shower and genuinely like what i see.

Baby steps, darling. Try to start with not hating it. Try to start with finding the little things that you like–maybe you think the curve of your hip is pretty or you like the slope of your shoulders. Maybe you’re having trouble accepting the whole but your skin is soft and smooth and nice to touch. Maybe you’ve got a sweet dusting of freckles over your collarbones or a starburst of stretchmarks at your waist that looks iridescent when it catches the light. Maybe you have a birthmark tucked into the seam of your thigh that’s the loveliest dark color or maybe your butt is amazing.

Loving your body takes time and effort and it can be a long journey. You don’t have to do it all at once. Find something. Just one single thing that you like about your body.

Start there.

The rest will come.

latenightcornerstore:This absolutely beautiful picture...

latenightcornerstore:

This absolutely beautiful picture courtesy of @lovelyleeshuh on instagram.

A fearless voice shouting from east Texas, Ashe Vernon writes of fierce softness, queer love and identity, God and family. With a gift for delicate, violent imagery, Ashe invites us to lose ourselves in her world. Wrong Side of a Fistfight feels like getting lost in the woods, with someone holding your hand promising to guide you home.

If you’re interested in buying my book, you can find it here!

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