the soft grunge
gospel.

burn baby started as a dare, scrawled in pink sharpie on a black bathroom door at 2am. it became a love letter to the in-between girls — the ones who cry at parties and laugh at funerals.

we make pretty things you can wreck.

blush pinks, soot blacks, hearts that look like they were drawn in a notebook during sixth-period math. everything is small-batch, slightly imperfect, and impossibly soft.

"for the tender, the terrifying, and everyone in between."