Ashe Vernon's Blog, page 170
August 1, 2015
I just heard that my ex BF just proposed to his new GF (that I'm trying not to hate in spite of her disrespectful behaviour towards us in the past until she finally got what she wanted) and I wouldn't be so hurt if I didn't love him desperately like I stil
I know this hurts, and god knows you don’t have to be happy for them, but being angry/upset doesn’t really help you either. They’re getting married. It’s the reality. And as much as it may be tempting to blame her and her behavior, HE made the choice to leave and HE made the choice to propose.
Honestly? Your best bet is to wash your hands of the situation and try to move on. I know it hurts, little dove. I promise it won’t hurt forever.
I just heard that my ex BF just proposed to his new GF (that I'm trying not to hate in spite of her disrespectful behaviour towards us in the past until she finally got what she wanted) and I wouldn't be so hurt if I didn't love him desperately like I stil
I know this hurts, and god knows you don’t have to be happy for them, but being angry/upset doesn’t really help you either. They’re getting married. It’s the reality. And as much as it may be tempting to blame her and her behavior, HE made the choice to leave and HE made the choice to propose.
Honestly? Your best bet is to wash your hands of the situation and try to move on. I know it hurts, little dove. I promise it won’t hurt forever.
I just heard that my ex BF just proposed to his new GF (that I'm trying not to hate in spite of her disrespectful behaviour towards us in the past until she finally got what she wanted) and I wouldn't be so hurt if I didn't love him desperately like I stil
I know this hurts, and god knows you don’t have to be happy for them, but being angry/upset doesn’t really help you either. They’re getting married. It’s the reality. And as much as it may be tempting to blame her and her behavior, HE made the choice to leave and HE made the choice to propose.
Honestly? Your best bet is to wash your hands of the situation and try to move on. I know it hurts, little dove. I promise it won’t hurt forever.
July 31, 2015
"Sunlight kisses me sloppy awake—
all tongue and too much teeth.
However long I’ve been sleeping is..."
all tongue and too much teeth.
However long I’ve been sleeping is too long.
I spend the morning combing my fingers
through words I don’t have room for.
They crowd my apartment.
I am too much aware of how the clock
leans heavy on my back
and stares over my shoulder while I work.
I am wearing my youth on a chain around my neck,
all too aware that “forever” is a word
I will never know the meaning of.
For years now, I have felt less like a person
and more like the grains of sand
in an hour glass.
Weeks and months slip past my hips
until my feet are leaden bricks
I heave along with me.
I have felt less like a person
and more like the yellow lines down the highway,
ticking by time on a road with no trees.
I’ve been quenching my thirst for success
with gallons of boxed wine:
thinking of the last boyfriend
who called me a cheap drunk
and how I laughed until I cried.
I want to grow up towards the sun—
Plant roots in my coffee cup and head skyward.
But the fear crawls up my spine like pests to kill the crop,
and I am wilting under the weight of being young.
Somewhere, a future opens up its arms
and I’m afraid I will not find it
with so many mornings spent
behind carpets and closed doors.”
- Quarter Life Crisis, by Ashe Vernon
what's the first memory your beautiful mind remembers
Well, the VERY first thing I can remember is the back porch of the house from the town where I was born. Aaand, considering the fact that we moved when I was 8 months old, that is a veeery old memory.
But the first like, EVENT I remember was when I was three and I tried to take a shower by myself and got soap in my eye.
latenightcornerstore:
This absolutely beautiful picture...
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.
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July 30, 2015
List 10 things/people/songs/feelings that make you want to sing.
1. Save Rock and Roll by Fall Out Boy (you are what you love, not who loves you)
2. the smell of the tattoo shop where I got my first tattoo
3. my two best friends in the world
4. kisses of all kinds (friend kisses are actually really wonderful and almost better than romantic ones, sometimes. I like kissing, okay?)
5. my cat weird looking dog
6. Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe
7. When someone you care about reaches out to hold your hand and you don’t expect it
8. that feeling when you finish a really good book
9. slam poetry
10. the moon
I don't know what I am. I dont know my gender, I don't know my sexuality, and I don't know what I want from people. I just know there's a void in me. people told me self love would fill it and now that I love myself I'm even more disappointed tbh
Hey darling, I want you to listen to me–It’s okay to not know your gender. (I’m still getting to know mine.) It’s okay not to know your sexuality. (It took me years to find the word that fit right.) It’s okay not to know what you want. (I never seem to know what I want, only that I want it so much it aches, sometimes.)
You are still learning. You are still growing. That emptiness inside you isn’t nothingness–it’s leaving room for the flowers to grow.
hi pretty lady. what are you up to?
Tryin’ to write a poem but mostly just surfing tumblr
