a bittersweet love


                                  “Okay, should we get some coffee? Sure. Where?”
Chandler and Monica walk over to the kitchen-counter and leave their keys. Then the other four pick out their keys and leave them as well. They all leave the apartment. Joey helps Chandler with the stroller in the hallway, while Monica and Rachel have their arms around each other. Everybody walks downstairs to Central Perk. The camera goes inside the apartment again, and it pans around. We see the keys on the counter, and the final shot is of the frame around the peephole. The screen fades to black. (Friends, 1994 – 2004)

I’ve spent most of my life and most of my friendships holding my breath and hoping that when people get close enough they won’t leave, and fearing that it’s a matter of time before they figure me out and go.
—  Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet

I think that the biggest tragedy in my life is the fact that I will never be able to tell Jeremy Brett how much I love him as a person, and how he was perfect as Sherlock Holmes that watching him acting wasn’t like watching someone acting at all, it was like watching Sherlock Holmes in flesh and bones in front of me and I was never ready for that experience and I will gratefully never recover from it, because I always feel like this everytime I watch the granada version.

I drank Vodka last night,
and it burnt my throat
and set my chest on fire
but then I remembered
the first time
I saw you with her
and compared to that
drinking Vodka felt like
sipping on lukewarm milk
with honey in it.
—  Alcohol is a better lover than you ever were
We depend on love because the first time your mother held you, that’s all she put into your tiny heart. We depend on love because the first time you felt your heart break, that’s all they took from you. That last little bit of love, forever bittersweet. We depend on it, we depend on them, we’re inflicted. There’s no cure for it, so we’ll continue to search for it. There is a sea, there is a waterfall. There is a flame, there is a volcano. There is a pebble, there are mountains. Little things, tiny little reasons as to why you’ll always smile. It affects us. There’s an empty hole, you’ll just try to fill it.
—  It’s never enough

Originally posted by kassipayette

i’m like 110%  sure i’ve used that gif before but whatever - also this is rly good like read it you won’t regret it lmao, i’m begging 

Series: Paid to be Popular - The Purpose of Love - Bittersweet Generation

Requested: no, but i had a convo w @calumofficials a very long time ago about college!ashton lmao

Pairing: Art major!Ashton x Y/N

Description: When Y/N looks over the cute and curly-haired art major’s shoulder, she realises who he has been drawing for a long period of time; her.

It had become a normal thing for Ashton just to sit outside on the grass with a sandwich by his side and his sketchbook in his lap as he leant up against that one bench and then he would just draw whatever or whoever crossed his road. Sometimes it would be a gloomy flower in front of him, other times it would be scenarios or a person with a crazy hairdo just walking past. This had become a habit. After lunch, he would just sit down on the grass, not on the bench, but on the grass. Normally, he would take his lunch with him, maybe even some music occasionally. Drawing everything that he could think of.

This day was no different. He sat with his brown, round glasses on the bridge of his nose, the curls laying perfectly messy on his head, and his tongue sticking out as he focused on the current drawing. A girl. The girl he had slowly become more attracted to. He didn’t know her. All he knew was that after lunch she would be sitting with her friends on the lawn, the exact same time Ashton was.

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Long distance

Being in a long distance relationship is kind of like a cycle of the most terrible heart breaking lows, and the most beautiful happy highs. 

The reunions are always so precious, but the goodbyes are so bitter.

Nobody says they’ll ever do “long distance” until they fall in love with someone miles away.

Then you change as a person, you start growing and your souls start connecting. Then you realize it would hurt one hundred times more to ever let go then to just stay there & love them & hope for the future.

This relationship is magical, and painful. This relationship is the definition of bitter sweet. 

But Damn you’re worth everything. 

Christmas Enemy // c.h

Originally posted by bestpicsof5sos

credit to the original owner of this gif

Requested: yes

Pairing: Y/N x Calum

Series: Paid to be Popular - The Purpose of Love - Bittersweet Generation

Description: Calum and Y/N hate each other, but have to deal with the pain since the annual Christmas Party is coming near. Unfortunately, the party doesn’t turn out as they thought when they both get locked inside - alone.

The snow hit your nose as you hurried inside. Michael was greeting you with a wide smile and cup of hot chocolate. It had been a tradition that the boys would gather their beloved friends to London and have some sort of crazy party usually involving getting drunk, stoned, high, whatever they could find and probably making some terrible Christmas decorations, always throwing them out the next day.

“Cal isn’t here yet,” Michael said as you threw your black boots covered in white snow in the corner and gave him your scarf and jacket before entering the house. Every year it was a new celebration, new house, new people. Expect for you. You had been invited to these parties since the very beginning.

You walked from the small entrance to a giant living room. It was such a cosy house with only one floor. Luke was sitting down by the fireplace with his girlfriend and Ashton was pouring up some sort of eggnog to himself, probably for the third time. Luke and his girl were leaning up against a red velvet couch, not sitting on it like normal people would do. Beside the couch stood a table on a pretty carpet and the wooden walls were filled with creepy, but nice paintings. You were pretty early, but as soon as you saw at least five other people walking around the room, you sighed for not being one of the firsts -  but still being before that asshole of a bassist. 

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I swear I’ve moved on, but today I can’t help thinking it’s been exactly 365 days since we first kissed, and damn I can’t believe it’s already been a year. For the following weeks I was the happiest I’d ever been in my whole life, you were beautiful and I felt beautiful and all of it was fucking beautiful, and I can’t even seem to remember what such happiness felt like
—  A year later, and I’m down once again