And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about “I want you with me” and “don’t go”.


Do Sangwoo by Maeng Minhwa for UrbanlikeKorea July-Aug 2014

Rinko Kikuchi - Louis Vuitton Series 1 

When I love you,
I really fucking love you.
There are no in betweens.
I don’t know what grey is.
My love is black and white.
- (My love is true)

(Source: fragmentallygirl, via unsteady-heart)



Choi Sora at Marc by Marc Jacobs Spring 2015 NYFW

bynce:

Gym teacher: “where are your gym shoes”
Me: image

(via passionatesexx)


tooombz:

Felix Gonzalez-TorresUntitled (Perfect Lovers) 1991. Clocks, paint on wall.
Untitled (Perfect Lovers) consists of two clocks, which start in synchronisation, and slowly, inevitably fall out of time due to the failure of the batteries and the nature of the mechanism. In a moving comment on his personal experiences, the piece refers to Gonzalez-Torres’ HIV positive partner Ross Laycock, and his slow decline and inevitable death due to AIDS. The clocks act as two mechanical heartbeats; representative of two lives destined to fall out of sync, and holds a poignant poetry about personal loss and the temporal nature of life.
“Don’t be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, time has been so generous to us…We conquered fate by meeting at a certain time in a certain space…we are synchronized, now forever. I love you.”