C: Gideon Prewett - Blog Posts

Grief is a ghost I make of myself.

Arisa White, from “Does the monitor turn static after the man recedes into concrete, does it loop, does his batty keep sway, forever on?” published in BOAAT (via lifeinpoetry)

It is the destiny of stars to collapse.

Neil deGrasse Tyson, Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey (via splitterherzen)

                                     and behind the mask of m a t u r i t y                                                        that you wear,                                     a pair of eyes belonging to a ( CHILD )                                          stares back at you in the mirror.

                                                 you are not a warrior,                                                           MY LOVE,                                                  you are merely a boy.