What is the past but what we choose to remember? - The Bonesetter’s Daughter
True sibling protection
Changmin trying to be polite, and talk to the Spanish model during the photoshoot
This is one of the most amazing things I’ve ever been a part of. Everywhere you go, people watch it. A lot of people tell me they don’t watch TV, but they watch The Walking Dead. It’s incredible.
I LOVE THAT FEELING WHEN YOU LISTEN TO AN OLD SONG AND YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THE LYRICS THEY JUST KINDA COME OUT
60 seconds is all I need for this story
People who know Oh Sehun know him as a photographer. 135 film as paycheck. 135 film as the blank pages of his autobiography. 135 film as some kind of romantic notion of human fragility condensed into the extra-extra-small screen.
People who know Sehun better—people who really know Sehun, the corpses bloating along Tokyo Bay and the wide eyes with brains rolling down the walls behind and the men trying to claw their way out of a coffin nailed in with titanium rods—know that Sehun isn’t a photographer. Oh Sehun is a killer, fresh meat in the business but deadliest heavyweight south side of Seoul, or when Kai wrecks his leg skiing, north side of Seoul too. There are no complications to him. He strangles, stabs, shoots.
xiuhan and the babysitter
yet now I’m changing,
because of you,
because of the love you gave me