another episode of ethan's shite love life

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

once, there was a stargazer in the heart of the city. book the second

cry with mama moon

from the strangest corners of my head. colleen cosette goodman © 2015-2016

broken-hearted boys

I hope I never see her cry again.

❝but he needed her. like the crackling stars demanded their wretched sky.❞

❝mr. saturn grinned as the girl from andromeda wept, lamenting the loss of her galaxy.❞ [beautiful cover by clubstatic.]