#cold mess

[raraaaaa20]

I wish i could leave you my love

But my heart, is a mess....

[imthebadguyyy]

ok im gonna take a chance and post it anyway! pls keep in mind my voice is a little hoarse today and I'll probably delete it later, but if you could let me know your opinions? 🤍

[mystical-arcade]

To sway just like

It was friday night

My lullaby

Is your sigh

cold/mess (Prateek Kuhad)

[maraudersftw]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary - James and Lily are thrown into detention together after getting caught arguing in the corridors past midnight.

For @myloveluna - Happy Belated Birthday, Clara, my love. I hope you had the best day ever because you deserve the whole world. 

I hope you enjoy this little piece of angsty/fluffy Jily!

[retrotrippyyy]

Dear cold/mess,

One of the most common eccentricities of music is that it transports you to a place filled with spellbinding love. It fills you with ecstasy and in no time just like the butterflies in your stomach, you are flying in an other-worldly place that's filled with emotions.

But you my friend are different. As much as I wanted to run away from reality, you showed me My own world, my own little life in ruins, mourning and longing for a love that could have been, a love so sweet and intoxicating that it destroyed both of us. Why does such love exist; why is it kind enough to fill me tenderness and yet brave enough give me grief? Why are some fates just doomed from the beginning? How are some people supposed to meet, fall for each other, relish the sweetness of love, make a 1000 promises but soon forget about what brought them together in the first place? Why are some things never supposed to work and why isn't love enough?

So just like you, I fell into the abyss of my imagination, trying to picture my beloved in my arms on a cold rainy night, my favourite book and the warmth of their skin, with a lemon tart and extra sweet coffee on the nightstand. Then I saw us dancing to our favourite song, barefoot on the kitchen floor; how perfectly I placed my hands around their neck and the way they tucked the loose strands of my hair behind my ear. I imagined everything we could've had only if you were mine to keep. Everything was so ethereal that even reality felt like a delusion. But soon suffocation took over me like I was drowning and there was no way out, like my gut had been punched so hard that blood splat around me. That was when I knew I snapped back to reality,that you exist only in my dreams, my words, my heart but you still were pretty much the only poison I’d drink to end this suffering.

It didn't matter how hard I tried to run away, I kept falling into that abyss. Because that's what love does to you. That's why it is a drug that makes afterglow so magical that the reality just starts to fade away...

So how am I supposed to heal the wounds on my soul? How am I expected to dwell with the fact that no amount of hugs, kisses or tears could keep us together?

And this is what becomes of us;Always waiting for someone who might never knock on your door again, always loving something that might not love you enough and grieving for a love that “could have been”.

Much love,

someone who's still trying to clean her heart's mess....

[delicateindecisions]

Current feels… shower time! 🧼🫧🤘🏻🤍

[wandering-souls-stuff]

I wish i could leave you my love

But my heart, is a mess

My days they begin with your name

And nights end with your breath

[imthebadguyyy]

🥺