indescribable feelings

I hope your first relationship is full of laughter and happiness. I hope your partner really loves you and never hurts you on purpose. I hope you guys stay up all night discussing mythical creatures or something just as abstract. I hope you never have to doubt your partner’s faithfulness. I hope you never let your partner go to bed angry, that you experience that indescribable feeling of being wanted and needed. 

I hope your first relationship is nothing like mine.

I will always remember that feeling.
That feeling of sinking, falling apart, losing control, losing you. That feeling is indescribable. The world around me is closing in and I am alone now. You are no longer with me.
My heart sinks and I can no longer breathe.
Everything suddenly disappears and the only thing that consumes me, that consumes my thoughts, is you.
Choked sobs come from my weak lungs and I hold onto myself as if it is the only thing I have left to hold onto.
I am alone now. You are no longer with me.
—  v.m
Indescribable Feeling’s

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  • Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
  • Opia: The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
  • Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
  • Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.
  • Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
  • Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
  • Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.
  • Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
  • Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
  • Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
  • Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening
  • Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.
  • Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.
  • Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.
  • Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.
  • Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.
  • Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.
  • Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.
  • Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.
  • Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

*I probably wont be doing these in order - and I may not do them all - and I don’t know how long it will take me to post - you’re probably regretting your dissension’s - sorry - but you wont be disappointed - writing takes time - and like - feels - all the feels - also bear with me I only know like two people in winner - I’m still learning* 

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“What is this between us?” His throat dries out instantly and he feels like on the verge of collapse, like falling with arms open wide and it’s a horrible, indescribable, gut-wrenching feeling as if someone cuts out his entrails because he knows what this is between them, knows that it’s far too much and not nearly enough but he can’t let the words fall from his lips, can’t accept the circumstances of their situation. So he answers, “It is what it is.”

                       It’s all he needs to say because she hums in agreement. (insp.)

“What is this between us?”
His throat dries out instantly and he feels like on the verge of collapse, like falling with arms open wide and it’s a horrible, indescribable, gut-wrenching feeling as if someone cuts out his entrails because he knows what this is between them, knows that it’s far too much and not nearly enough but he can’t let the words fall from his lips, can’t accept the circumstances of their situation. So he answers, “It is what it is.”
It’s all he needs to say because she hums in agreement, raises her head and kisses his lips.
—  r.m | Excerpts #41

Dear Zindagi deserves all the fucking awards in existence. Alia was phenomenal and Shah Rukh will never understand what his taking on of Dr. Jehangir Khan’s role meant to me, as someone who is mentally ill and a humongous fan of his.

To see SRK’s face validate your mental illness and say that it’s not any less real cause it’s in your mind and to touch on fears that plague you, is an indescribable feeling.

For a Bollywood movie to touch on mental illness and normalize those of us who seek therapy is an indescribable feeling.

11/10 stars for this movie, it is a must see.

Can’t believe its been a whole year since Zayn released Pillowtalk. Every time i hear it I’m brought back to the exactly moment i heard it. It’s like my heart jumps for a seconds, like the world stops for a second. Its an indescribable nostalgic feeling that i can’t quite put into words. Its so amazing reading the part in Zayn’s book about the night it got released because you see how happy he was, how happy WE made him by making pillowtalk go number one in SO MANY countries. I still remember playing it everywhere and even hearing it being played on the radio, in stores, and by people i knew and feeling so happy! And I’m so proud of all the things Zayn has achieved since the day it was released. Pillowtalk will forever be iconic and will always hold a special place in my heart :)

paper castles

Draco Malfoy x Reader
Warnings: swearing
Requested by Anonymous 
Inspired by “Burn” from Hamilton


She fell in love with his words.

With a thick, sun-soaked summer came a distance carved between the two of them, ink-pressed love letters being the only thread of connection.

Y/N never thought Draco would have a way with words. But she could have married him after the first letter.

The feeling was indescribable - that flutter that would set up camp in her ribcage whenever a letter would arrive. The way her fingers would wrap so desperately, but delicately, around the envelope. Moments Y/N would forever cherish.

When they got together, a rare occasion - to say the least, it felt like a refreshing gust of air in her lungs, when she was able to touch Draco. Run her fingertips up and down his arms, feel his crisp breath on the skin of her neck. 

She loved the way the tips of his fingers were embedded with ink as he gently grazed her cheek, inhaling the sweet scent he’d been deprived of for the last few weeks.

The way their lips would connect, like cool magnets so effortlessly drawn to each other, was so blissful it just about made her knees buckle underneath her.

Y/N ignored her brother’s first warning.

“Be careful with Draco, Y/N,” Harry said one day, after she had pushed the front door shut, a grin spread across her lips. “He’ll do what it takes to survive.”


The letters began to arrive sporadically. 

Y/N tried to push her worry to the pit of her stomach, but it had a nasty habit of bubbling up.

Harry’s eyes were soaked in concern for his sister, but she had a feeling he was holding in a hot plate of I told you so.

She still invested her hope in Draco, trying to decipher each word as if he were sending her a code. 

For what, she had no clue.

Y/N tried to deny that her heart was slightly aching and the boy she loved was feeling more and more distant with each handwritten letter. Even his penmanship had become more rough, slanted.

She crossed her fingers, remembering the black ink rooted in his.


They finally saw each other again at the end of the summer.

Draco’s face was grim when his eyes met hers.

“What is it?” she asked, hesitating. “And don’t fucking sugarcoat.”

He pressed his lips together, seeming as if he’s trying to postpone the following moment for as long as he can. 

Draco rolled up his left sleeve, and Y/N crumbled to pieces.

Because her brother is the Chosen One and she was in love with a Death Eater.

“There’s nothing I can say, is there?” Draco whispered, avoiding her gaze by gently closing his eyes.

All she could do was shake her head, manage to swallow the lump in her throat and whisper an unsteady, “No.”


She burned the letters.

Every last one.


hope you enjoyed!! i adore this song and have wanted to write something based off it for the longest time :)