According to lore, there is an invisible connection between two people who are destined to be together. No matter the circumstance, time, or place, two people bound by the red string of fate are predetermined soul mates. The string may tangle, and carry a great strain, but it will never break.
But then there are those who suspend their belief in fate. Those who may choose their own soul mate, even against the odds. For there are people who are burdened with a broken, cut, or burned string who need a counterpart with enough hope and generosity to sacrifice their own fixed destiny to take a chance on retying their string to the one they know needs it most. A connection can be made when two people know they need each other to survive, defying the forces that had set them on opposite paths.
By Christian Hopkins, this very talented young photographer uses his photography as a true artistic outlet to help with his depression. The whole set of images are just stunning and really draw you in, a perfect example of how art can help a person having a difficult time to express themselves.
This is too fucking real
uhgg.. Fucking schizophrenia IN pictures…
I am so thirsty for emotional and physical intimacy with someone
I want to nuzzle their neck and lay entwined on my bed and lazily kiss their lips and make them food and get to know every single curve and contour they have
I want to touch someone with my finger tips and make them feel loved