Ashe Vernon's Blog, page 3

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latenightcornerstore:“The sun is giving.All the time, the sun is giving.And she’s going to burn...

latenightcornerstore:

“The sun is giving.
All the time, the sun is giving.
And she’s going to burn out, one day.
And it’s going to be the biggest,
most terrifying, act of self-love
that our little blue world
has ever witnessed.”

— Ashe Vernon

latenightcornerstore:“It’s summer, which meansmy skin is all honeybefore noon.Which meansI’m...

latenightcornerstore:

“It’s summer, which means
my skin is all honey
before noon.
Which means
I’m celebrating the anniversaries
of lovers I never kissed and
bodies I never loved.
Which means
the air is humid
as an open mouth
with all this wanting.”

— POPSICLES AND GEORGIA O’KEEFFE PAINTINGS by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

latenightcornerstore:“He asks you to hold him.Call him he, not-he. Boy, not-boy.Woman. Six feet...

latenightcornerstore:

“He asks you to hold him.
Call him he, not-he. Boy, not-boy.
Woman. Six feet tall and glorious.
Gorgeous.
Curled into the comma of the sentence–
the breath. Breathing you in, in,
until you stutter for the words to find her.
To pull her out of her body and into yours.
Safe and quiet.
Like a prayer to a better god.
Hallelujah.”

— SOFTLY, SOFTER, SOFTER by Ashe Vernon

latenightcornerstore:“Three bodies in a SoCal hotel room,all innocent touch and tangle.In that...

latenightcornerstore:

“Three bodies in a SoCal hotel room,
all innocent touch and tangle.
In that moment, you love them.
In that moment, one touches your face and
you turn into it like the sun.
You are beautiful then, even
with your makeup smeared on the pillows,
even though full-sized beds were never made
to hold so many people, and
it’s a little too hot
but you don’t mind the way
you usually do.
Queer kids don’t often feel
safe like this. Feel
seen like this.
Three bodies in a SoCal hotel room,
not enough gender to split between
the lot of them, but
all this soft,
all this tender,
all this.
All this.”

— QUEER CONFESSIONAL IN SAN DIEGO by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

latenightcornerstore:sext: you moan my name in your sleep and I unravel into nothing but a gasp in...

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sext: you moan my name in your sleep and I unravel into nothing but a gasp in the dark.

"My body is a ghost town begging me to live in it."

“My body is a ghost town begging me to live in it.”

- Ashe Vernon, “Before the Reduction,” Not a Girl


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oneupdateatatime:I remember finding poetry so utterly...

oneupdateatatime:

I remember finding poetry so utterly ridiculously boring and unengaging back in high school and I feel like that’s a pretty common attitude to have. But having learned about spoken word poetry I’ve really gotten into it and can see how this is an art form that is so fucking powerful and energetic and engaging in ways that high school failed to demonstrate. Fuck the dusty old pages with forced rhymes - give me someone spilling out their emotions about grief and death on a stage or public space any day.

"This is the story of how I never stopped running. This is the story of how,when the wolves knocked,..."

“This is the story of how I never stopped running. This is the story of how,

when the wolves knocked, I met them at the door and I became the beast, instead.”

- Ashe Vernon, Belly of the Beast
(via latenightcornerstore)

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