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“The word “shy” and all of its synonyms are as much a John Young trademark as the wisp of straight, dark hair that constantly tumbles across his forehead and occasionally peeks out from under his bulbous white space helmet.”

— The Atlanta Journal, March 13, 1965 (via awwyeahjohnyoung)

Well. I won't use watercolors, and I didn't want to use them. I don't have an art education, so... Yeah I know I have mistakes. I tried my best, with all my love, but damn... Bobby! You deserve better.

I haven't seen this photo before. Neil looks cute :з

Well, as always!!

Neil and Jan

FUcK mE SiDEwAyS!!!!

Perfectly.

Introducing the New Nine, LIFE Magazine, September 28, 1962.

My favorite things about this photo, in no particular order:

Ed White’s expression

Jim and Frank. Just in general. But also that weird bald patch on Frank’s head.

HOLY SHIT LOOK AT PETE. PETE, I LOVE YOUR FACE.

The little blurbs about them on the side are totally distressing: why are they giving out these poor fellas’ heights and weights?

On that same note, why is John so goddamn heavy? He’s the wiriest of the lot of them! My money is on that ridiculously broad upper body. And by “my money is on his upper body,” I mean “I wish my hands were on his upper body.”

I totally did not just say that.

Why was this photo taken from up in a tree? I think Ralph Morse had some serious problems with being on the ground. He’s always photographing things from really curious angles.

Oh Mike, my sweetie.

“It’s human nature to stretch, to go, to see, to understand. Exploration is not a choice, really—it’s an imperative.” -Mike Collins

My dad burned the moon with a flamethrower.

Apollo X - Thomas Stafford, Gene Cernan, John Young

 May 18 - 26, 1969

This picture is so holy and gentle to me

J: “Charlie. Charlie. Charlie. CHARLIE. CHARLIE. CHAAAAAAAAAARRRRRLIEEEEEEEE. CHAAAAAAARRRLIEEEEE.”

C: “WHAT? Cripes!”

J: “There’s some rocks over there. Heh heh heh heh.”

C: “I hate you, John.”