/ˌsɛr(ə)nˈdɪpɪti /

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｢ shinee world the best 2018 ｣ ♡ 180217 translation: keyoemi / kimtaem / omgminho they performed a second new song during the encore - also featuring jonghyun’s voice. they all wore white and, as can be seen above, left an empty mic stand for jonghyun in the middle - where he usually would have stood. they put a rose (or roses) on the empty mic stand. they also had roses pinned to their chests. after the song finished they all left their roses on the standing microphone and left the stage, ending the concert. they all cried during the performance.

 just act natural, and no one will notice…

bad boy as a 90′s anime ♥

4/∞ —– you are shinee world’s pride

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blue night radio ♡ 160108 jonghyun: sleep and love is all about timing. don’t lose it. catch it when you can. (source: thatcoolcatmeow)

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below are jonghyun’s personal words, written for the third year anniversary (and commemorative) album released for blue night radio last month. it was translated, kindly so, by fantaemsie. jonghyun - what kind of meaning does a “space” hold? my top, down, each side and up to the ground on which i lay my feet. all the things that are surrounding me form a “space”. the physical spaces that these things created. my room when lying alone, inside the car going back home at the end of the day, a large classroom, academy, company, a certain distance, a certain city, a certain country, a certain planet. a physical space is quite honest. always feeling the eyes and ears, all over the body since they get conveyed straight through the space’s changing sensations. what’s the biggest part of space. carefully, also calmly thinking of it in this space that i became aware of through all my sense. it’s the psychological factor that has the greatest impact. having a similar day, always lying on top of the same bed in the same room, smelling the same scent. at times, regrets and tears of sadness; at times, happiness and lingering feelings of joy filled my space. in one foreign country’s hotel, at that city’s unfamiliar night view my memories surged and emerged. even though i was lying alone i absolutely didn’t feel cold nor lonely. the rough blanket turned soft like my mother’s touch. i still remember that place, that time. i recall everything that filled that time, that space. the physical space couldn’t hold sway over me but the psychological space controlled my everything. when i first started doing radio i wanted to make that kind of space: a psychological space where we can be together wherever you are physically. that place, i had wished that it would be one where someone, also me, can comfortably rest in anytime. when me, also anyone would be having a hard time and feeling like they would fall down or when they do fall down …, i wanted to make a space where we can warmly soothe each other’s backs. three years in blue night. this space became a tremendous world to me. the ones who found this place let me know about the many things i haven’t been through and, i too, unreservedly disclosed the things i know of and experienced to them. a space is quite odd. from now onward, staring from the time it turns into 12pm, our night, thickening more bluely ‘til 2am. together with someone else in this space, sharing each other’s stories all the while building up our space. in the future i wish for this: mine and your space, our space, blue night, to remain as a space where anyone can comfortably rest in. the memories we made together coming to life by reminiscences embracing you. to everyone who made our space together (with me) … thank you.