“Moonchild” is the 3rd track from RM’s mixtape mono. In a behind the scenes talk about the making of the album, RM revealed that he included a spoiler for the upcoming song by including the word “moonchild” in his and Taehyung’s song “4 o’clock.” Backed by a relaxed instrumental and…

For my strangest wish to be true. I would have to live; in a lighthouse on a cliff. The skies would turn from pink to blue, and seashells was on rocks; as I would read a greek myth. When the thunder would coo, and waves crash against the shore; I will forever live in blithe.

What could life be? In south of France, Above a bookshop. Running under a pale blue sky, Its almost a blue dance. Could life change? I could be dressed in yellow, with a yellow book. A vision could be tinted, Maybe, I could be mellow. Could life be real? Bonfires warm on a roof, The sky is red. Stars could explode, But, we’re fireproof.

As I walked further into The streets of London something dawned on me. It was not the beauty, the strangeness, or just the usual London but the people that struck me. I looked around to see people with blonde, black, brown, and pink hair. People of all sorts, whites, browns…

Pi is something the majority of us know about because math taught us so but did you ever think about it beyond calculating the area of a circle? Pi is an infinite and non-repeating decimal. That means that it consists of every possible combination of digits that will ever exist…

Dear Monster, Could you cross the horizon, come to me? I’ve heard you murmurs deep at night; When I couldn’t sleep, were you there in plain sight? When I dried my tears to sleep, were you the one in my dreams holding me tight? Dear Monster, Why are you a monster? When the world should; Would you listen to me, when nobody else would? Would you fight for me, when nobody else could? Dear Monster. Are you friends with the closet ghost?

I sigh with relief and crawl into my bed Sheets are freshly washed and i’m fresh I feel relaxed with a fly buzzing around me It’s a vacation finally Warmth of the sun on my skin, It’s like a hug from home I read for the pleasure of it Laughter…

As lovely as Aphrodite, as wise as Athena With the speed of Mercury and strength of Hercules, She used to want to save the world. This beautiful place, but she knew so little then. She saw it as the land of magic and wonder, Cherished it in every way but, The closer she got, she saw the darkness shimmering within. At last, in a world torn by hatred and wars of men, All the problems and feats of men were mere child’s play to her.

What does it mean to be a man? How can we account for the diversity of masculine ideals in antiquity? Gender between the ancient world is split up between sexuality and class. Every social class has its ideals for what it means to be the perfect man. Certain ideals to…