What BTS Gave Me? You.

What BTS gave me? You.

Being an admirer of Kim Namjoon has brought me close to so many beautiful people. That’s the true magic of BTS, for me. Their friendship, their music - which is an inextricable part of their music - has created a ripple effect of friendships everywhere. I’m so lucky to have found it when I did. I’m so lucky to have been able to be a part of this beautiful domino chain.

These women, they are all so smart, on their paths to loving themselves every day (because as we all know love yourself is a train, not a station). These women - women I’m so so proud to call my friends. One of them is a straight up warrior raising and teaching her kids and is literally full of life! She lends me a comforting shoulder from far away and I can feel her love and her kindness and her fiery will to love and live fully all the way here, in my heart!

Another is the softest most beautiful shy and tender creature I’ve ever come across... she lives through the everyday without revealing her pain. She takes her feelings and weaves them into wool warmers for the heart. She speaks softly (I imagine) and writes deeply. I cannot begin to explain how she helps caress my heart. I hope she knows her words are basically warm tea for my soul.

Then we have another gorgeous person - she’s a gamer (idc if there’s a strict definition of gamer to me a gamer is one who loves and plays games), she’s a fighter and yet there’s such a beautiful softness, kindness in her strength. She’s been suffering, even if she’s been physically hurting, her spine is straight and her heart is soft. She is healing her own pain and in that process is helping me heal my own.

Yet another talks to me about finding her way to self kindness and she boosts me up with her words. My fangirl sister, I see her be kind, be vigil towards being kind in a way I’ve never seen before. She reminds me to be stepping consciously, conscientiously so as not to repeat the misgivings of our ancestors or of our past selves.

AND all these women write. All their words have brought me such joy and such warmth. Yet, the magical part is all the words I’ve written describing each describes the other too. Some might not be mothers but they are just as fiery, just as nurturing. I’m not taking names because I don’t want to put any of them on the spot (which is sometimes what happens with mentions) but I do want to thank them all. Thank you, you beautiful beautiful people. For helping me make a home here, when I’m yet to find my true home.

Yes BTS has given us all so much comfort and loving through their songs and their words and in general their chaotic antics. Plus, the gorgeous mind and heart that Kim Namjoon is has taught me so so much about myself and about us all. All of these elements together is causing an alchemy within me. BTS have given me is a way to reach people... to make friendships in a way that wasn’t possible for me before. How do I express gratitude for something as vast as this? I don’t know how these two words can contain it all... still, all I can say is Thank You.

meaning and miracle of the ordinary day

hugo grenville 1, 6, 8 / pierre bonnard 3, 5, 7 / gueorgui pinkhassov 2, 4, 9 / ursula k. le guin’s daily routine

AAAAAAAAAAAAA!

There’s something profound and beautiful about trusting your own self. Despite what the world said. Everyday, I’m learning that. Today’s reminder is brought to me by @moonchild0297 who wrote this incredible piece about being a fangirl. And now I’m a fan of her boss-ass confidence in telling the world to shove it (and so articulately too!)

In case you didn’t know, I’m a fangirl of fangirls. And here’s why. (Please read in powerpuff girls intro voice):

Today... the average person is being ground to death in the machine, when the earth is being suffocated by toxic wastes of matter & thought. Systems of capitalism and patriarchy work together to create a wall between us and our inner knowing. The dark forces of generational trauma and centuries of internalised misogyny have infiltrated every level of society. In such bleak times, an unexpected force emerges. A force of true and pure love and light that is a net for the falling and a balm for the hurt. A non hierarchical system of support and kindness, of encouragement and pride. A wholesome wave of trust and faith - this is THE FANGIRL.

I could only write this because that article gave me the FEEEEELZZZ! I’ve only recently begun to trust and love the fangirl in me unabashedly. And I am LOVVVING IT! So, thank you @moonchild0297 for voicing what I’ve been feeling!

Anything related to fangirls - please flood my inbox with it!

If anyone ever wants to unfold desire within themselves, read @sunshyngal. This woman knows how to write. She writes desire and feeling with trust and care. It’s a heady concoction and a warm comforter. To all those who wanted to pressure her to write one thing over another, would you ask the rain to fall ‘a particular way’? That’s how she writes, for me. Like the rain. Thank you, Shyn.

One last teaser because i loved this part :’(  its not a spoiler but in case you guys don’t want to read it now you can ignore it but if you do read please tell me you liked it  :( :( 

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Literally this

It’s probably a ways before you were here but 100% worth it I promise. Really weird, lots of cringe but this is what I grew up with in the 90s. Don’t want to suffer alone anymore. Haan but message is - tumse dil lagaane ki sazaa hai

I think I’m a Shreya Stan too. Your posts are the funniest and realest and sometimes the most real in the funniest way.

Yes you deserve this much gushing.

HELEPSMSJDNANXJSJFJR IM SCREAMIGN THIS IS SO CUTE THANK YOU BESTIE <3

Oh my god. I’m actually doing this?! Weird but I’m so so excited too!

Feeling Deeply

Masterpost for this series.

Just a very fluffy very slow burning fic about two introvert nerds slowly discovering each other. Pairing: Namjoon x OC

Namjoon is his beautiful self, OC is indian, bengali, reader, curvy & feminist (because of course). Wanted to write this deeply fluffy fic so the immigrant life isn't accurately represented. It's there in the later chapters, a little but imagine a privileged first generation immigrant mixed race couple.

So far this is what we have -

Preface

Chapter 1