we want a meaning where there isn't one (A/N - SOME PARTS ARE BEING REWRITTEN)

my parents don't know what's gotten into me since i've met you.

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.

The death, the life, and the recounting of Juliet.

do you ever feel like you're just living your life waiting for tragedy? -bridgett devoue ©2017 COSMOGREYS all rights reserved.

shoved a needle in my brain and now my head won't stop bleeding

who are the gods? are they us?

eating rose jam in the backseat of ur car ©2016, ina

BECAUSE WE ARE MORE THAN THE SUM OF OUR PARTS. [74 POETRY]

cry with mama moon