“A No-good stowaway would have been caught…I’m a great stowaway!”
I seriously love cosplaying as Sun Wukong so much. I feel as if we have very similar personalities, so I don’t feel like I’m trying to be in-character when I’m walking around conventions in this cosplay. It just happens. I’m too emotionally attached to his character and I’m so glad I decided to do a female rendition of him! [I’m looking into getting a shorter wig because this one looks too much like Yang for my liking ^^”]
Plus the latest Vol 4 episode has me loving him even more *0*
And with my final, fleeting glance
I look upon your face.
A smile appears, because I know
My time is not up.
All because the timing of your look.
Your smile, caught on camera with that damn Capri sun.
I love you kid.
You’ve helped me choose to fight another day.
i'ma dilapidated ancient
earth is verbally baking when i’m vibrating at the core
i don’t know what to say anymore
sun with his tongue caught
look at what love brought
you’re a ray of shine and i’m suffering from sunspots
what rocks undergo, such a soul does a stroll, you touch a tone that’s what a quote does
moving this mountain by fountain pen, countenance dripping, you’re a poem stroking where it’s potent pinch
speak lightly of the whole of this
unfinished in our business
in your company, untying my never lovingly
wishes certainly are hurting me, you come true in your comfortable
photosynthesis is riveting, administering light of awareness, preparing growth
we share a bowl
affable in a careful lull
why do you dare? culled a pair
do you something here?
what is there that you don’t say?
why do you make rosé of our whole day?
you told me not to treat this as a relationship, yet, we exchange in kiss
swaying bliss betwixt a list less written
wrap wrist with felt tip
felt hip with rose, rose-hip in prose
pick fruit from within blue, temporal
into my mind you’ll find this interest pintucks several of those hemispheres we cleverly clear in petal tiers
whenever near, every rear rewards each god that seems gauze
to be change, be cause
what you hand grabs at what was lost
at what cost does time stand still?
receptive to your elective
i ask, will you reflect on the questions, attending to a splash pilled up by build of courage to encourage a weave built on needle stitch
we can knit our blanket fort in a once upon a time after all
what is possessed in just this is people’s wish or evening, dreaming then of a reality marrying psyches
sable cabling stabling prayers rang
the way our twang is southern above comfort is what drunk the moon into monsoon, and soon consumed a dune to tune the sand into a truth
grain, a plane
must our speech figure our language of love
hearts taking up space, make of micro
how long can we last with no when?
at both ends light spoke
wide awoke in our bonding
senses becoming common in this comma of a forgotten gossip gods sip
ambrosia for ear lobes
closeness conversing with goddess
where no is only a pretense with non-consensual consent
this poem a rope
tugging at bondage
bond ageless, wavelength of hugging
something i can’t describe
our universes cursive where planets hide
our chapter has a vibe
observing the spine of your journal, i have to write…
Had a post-wedding shoot with these two on their honeymoon this evening. We caught the very last bits of sun hitting the peaks behind them. Loved getting to photograph and talk with these two and @anjehaisch. https://instagram.com/p/8zgN1hqW2z/ Photo by Benj Haisch