Windy, you should check out Leonard Nimoy’s photography! He did an exhibit at Mass MoCA that is pretty much what you described. :)

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CATCH THE MOON, ONE HANDED CATCH!

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incarnate

citrushearted:

II

In this lifetime, you have mousy brown hair, striking green eyes 
and are as tall as a tower. 
You are impenetrable, not by choice
but by simply not knowing the lock-and-key combo
well enough to give it away. 

III

The next, we are acquaintances.
You change your hair color every few weeks
for a long time.
I try to determine if this means anything
for just as long.
You die too young for me to find out.

IV

In the most striking timeline,
I see you on the underground.
I can’t tell your gender from this far away, and you’re wearing a newsboy cap.
Your hair peeks out in tufts and is dyed blonde.
I realize that I shouldn’t know that the color is fake.
I do anyway.
You get off the train before I get to say hello.
I see you once more
but we are much too different now
to notice. 

V

We grow up together here, and I can pinpoint the moment where I fall in love with you.
I’m eight years old and you’re gathering corn in the field.
My mother sent me to help you, and I find you within the rows sitting down on your jacket.
After a while I join you because it is hot and I am too young to understand that once you stop you never want to start again.
I squint into the sun and you shield my eyes with your hands.
I look up at you and think you look like one of the angels with the halos that mama talks about when she reads to me at night.
I am also too young to understand that boys cannot love each other without needing to keep it a secret.
You marry a girl from my class when you’re 23 and I pretend not to cry at your wedding.
You die at 31 from the common cold, and I cry again at your funeral.
To me, it feels just the same.

VI

Sometimes I die before you.
I remember once you sit with me in the hospital. It’s raining out.
I’m dying slowly, cancer eating away at my lungs.
It’s hard for me to breathe, but when you smile at me, my body feels timeless.
I die in my sleep
dreaming about trying to sail away on a boat with a leak. 
I look back and wonder if the cancer would have been scared away
if I told you how I felt.
I doubt it,
but you never know. 

VII

There, we get together too young.
You’re a strange, inexplicable thing and I’m too grounded and scared to understand your inherent need to run away from everything that holds you down.
I invite you to my wedding
and you don’t come.
I don’t expect you to, but as I scan the crowd, waiting for my wife to come down the aisle
I feel a little part of me sink when I realize you won’t bust down the chapel doors.
This isn’t that kind of love story.

VIII

Sometimes, you’re my brother
and I love you just as much.
This time, I don’t want to see you naked, or pass you love notes in the hallway.
I just want to wrestle you to the ground and win every time.
Love doesn’t always transfer correctly.

IX

One of the last times we meet, it’s in a bed of a stranger, music vibrating the floorboards.
You writhe at my touch and I swear when I come I see God.
I write my name on your palm
but it washes away before you get home.
From that point on, I always feel like I’m waiting for something
that never comes.

X

The first time I see you
you smell like wildflowers when you pass me on the street.
I’m walking with my friends, but I just manage to turn around
and see you looking back.

XI

My least favorite times
are the ones where we never meet
or the other doesn’t exist
and we always feel like we’re wandering around with our skin inside out
and the tag showing.
It’s in a different language
that no one can seem to read. 

I

Every time I meet you
it’s like taking a new breath.
I am not born as a wailing infant.
I am born 
the first time 
you look at me
again
and again
and again. 

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larnbey:

hmmmmm…… I like this idea.

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mission-impossibru:

Gangnam Style!

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surfdog2000:

pictured: me

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actuallyglasses:

I know about things

therothwoman:

did you finish those errands?

did you finish those errands?

did you finish those errands?

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Rare words

staywildkeepfree:

acosmist - One who believes that nothing exists
paralian - A person who lives near the sea
aureate - Pertaining to the fancy or flowery words used by poets
dwale - To wander about deliriously
sabaism - The worship of stars
dysphoria - An unwell feeling
aubade - A love song which is sung at dawn
eumoirous - Happiness due to being honest and wholesome
mimp - To speak in a prissy manner, usually with pursed lips

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