by pathways broad and new

the loneliest bastard in town

[singmetheuniversal]

don’t you know

[singmetheuniversal]

[hikat]

[eternityinoureyes]

“So this poem is a telegram to let you know that / I still think about you, that I’m still proud of you, / that when I remember you, I always remember you / as beautiful.”

— Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, from “Heavenly Creature” in Oh, Terrible Youth  (via wethinkwedream)

[nevver]

Glooming, Patrick McCormack

[singmetheuniversal]

you know I measure our distance in years, not miles

[singmetheuniversal]

I moved to Chicago, thought I'd let you know. I cut ties and my hair. It is so hard to be soft.

[singmetheuniversal]

I think of you often. I hope you’re happy.

You're my whole heart.

[singmetheuniversal]

i forgave everybody, i gave up, i got drunk

[singmetheuniversal]

i think i'm done here. narrowing focus. i'll miss you forever. this is not a goodbye.

[magictransistor]

Reports on Observations of the Total Eclipse of the Sun, August 7th 1869.

[nevver]

Never, Scott Young

[singmetheuniversal]

[sexondary]

“I love you. I hope you go to sleep knowing that.”

[visual-poetry]

»long time ago« by anthony discenza (+)

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[8-bitfiction]

[singmetheuniversal]

i stay up at night thinking about how i'll probably never hear your voice again. fair and unfair, i know what i deserve but do i have to pretend to be so okay with all of it? drunk, talking about you again. i keep falling off the bar stool, tripping over words, skipping verbs as i tell yet another stranger about your eyes. i guess some stories are too good to have a happy ending.