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Burning Soul M. turned 5 today!
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Well, youth era ended. My thought about short films and the whole idea of them.
Honestly, I always felt annoyed a little when people (beginning with I need you era) claimed that some boys or Jin were dead...Like, it's just nonsense! BTS and BigHit would never try to convey such kind of message (approving suiside or murder) through their music. I just thought that all of the boys were representation of youth, that every person faces different struggles on their way to become an adult. It was partially true though. And now it is clear that six boys are different sides of Jin. It is especially understandable if you’ve read the Demian book (most of you have already I believe. One more good point for BTS). The idea of these concept is just brilliand, imo. We should accept our sides whether they're bad or not. Every person lies (Jimin), pretends to be weak or ill for instance (J-hope), tortures himself because for his/her sins or misbehaviour(V), then blames himself for not being "ideal" or "good"(RapMon), every one has first passion (whether it is a person or abstract like art) (Suga) and, finally, it's really hard and painful to grow up, to say goodbye to our "perfect" and "innocent" childhood and youth (JungKook)... I also love BTS for producing meaningful music, and thanks to this I can forgive BigHit's intentions to get as much money from fans as possible))) And it's kinda sad that this era comes to its end. I strongly believe that their new album will be with different concept without all those references we observed strating from I need you MV.
#bts#bangtan#bangtanboys#hyyh#wings#youngforever#btsshortfilms#v#jhope#jimin#jungkook#rapmonster#jin#suga#taehyung#kpop
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Take as old as time, Song as old as rhyme, Beauty and the beast.
- my pattern, March 2016
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My most beautiful momet in life
Hi! I’m Mariyam. I apologize for my English beforehand. It’s not my first language, sorry, guys =))
The very first time I saw Anabelle’s video with this giveaway was in May, I guess. My first thought was: “I have to participate!”, but then, I started thinking about the most beautiful moment in my life and realized that it was really hard for me to decide which one was it actually.
It took almost 3 months for me to make this post. And now I think I’m doing this not only to enter the giveaway, but mostly for myself.
Even though I believe, there is no “the only one best moment in life”, but still, that day was the very first thing that came to my mind and which still plays a big role in my current life.
I’ll start from the beginning: six years ago, after I finished school I went to Czech Republic. 17 years old, alone, I wasn’t scared, I was fearless, exited and naïve. First half of the year was fine. I went to language courses, met new people, walked a lot. But then something changed. I was under a stress because of all the exams I had to take. I gained a lot of weight, didn’t want to hang out with friends. But somehow I passed my exams and entered the university in Prague. I went back home to spend summer holidays with my family.
I think, I didn’t even realize that I didn’t want to go back to Czech Republic. Maybe I was hoping for things to become better, I don’t know.
My first semester started terribly. I had to deal with all those documents to move from the city I’ve lived before to Prague; I couldn’t find proper place to live in and I had to live in a little hostel. I had no friends in Prague and couldn’t find new ones since I was always busy. Finally, I got ill. That was horrible. I lost my voice and couldn’t talk. That lasted for about a month.
Today it is easier to say that I might have waited a little and things could have got better. But at that time I was depressed.
I wanted to tell my parents, but I was too ashamed to do so. I was thinking about all the money they spent on me for that year, about ruining they expectations and many other stupid things.
I remember standing at a subway station waiting for train to come and thinking: “Maybe, I should put out me hand or leg and train will smash it and I’ll have a reason to go back home?” It still scares me, that I had such kind of thought for quite a long time then…
One day after university, exhausted I came to the hostel, looked at my tiny room, a new drunken neighbor and burst into tears. I took my phone and called my dad. His answer was short: “Go to the airport now!”
I was home three or four days later. I remember my parents’ concerned faces, the smell of the night, the drive back home. I realized that I have the best family in the world. They’ve never ever accused me or made me feel ashamed for my decision. On the contrary, they kept encouraging me.
That night was the most beautiful moment in my life.
Sorry for such a long post and thanks to our beautiful Anabelle for such an opportunity to share my story with you.
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She is indeed a Queen!
oh, my queen
you are so beautiful.
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