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       the moment finally came for me to make the decision of rebooting my blog. i’ve been finding myself really frustrated and/or anxious over here lately. my drafts are a mess, and it’s not just full of owed posts, either. my tags are all broken and wonky, and when i first started this blog i had no idea that certain symbols weren’t easily changeable. i’ve just just been craving something more laid back and simple without a large audience.  i’m coming up to a year of having this blog, and so i think it’s time i do some fall cleaning and see who’s still here following me, and who’s disappeared.    it’ll probably help with my anxiety, too. loooooove all my followers, but it gets to a point where i start to feel really self conscious about my writing and i just want to hide out in a corner, which is what i’ve been doing for awhile now, so — follow me here now if you’d like. same url, same plots && verses and shit. just different blog, different day. 

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       the moment finally came for me to make the decision of rebooting my blog. i’ve been finding myself really frustrated and/or anxious over here lately. my drafts are a mess, and it’s not just full of owed posts, either. my tags are all broken and wonky, and when i first started this blog i had no idea that certain symbols weren’t easily changeable. i’ve just just been craving something more laid back and simple without a large audience.  i’m coming up to a year of having this blog, and so i think it’s time i do some fall cleaning and see who’s still here following me, and who’s disappeared.    it’ll probably help with my anxiety, too. loooooove all my followers, but it gets to a point where i start to feel really self conscious about my writing and i just want to hide out in a corner, which is what i’ve been doing for awhile now, so — follow me here now if you’d like. same url, same plots && verses and shit. just different blog, different day. 

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       the moment finally came for me to make the decision of rebooting my blog. i’ve been finding myself really frustrated and/or anxious over here lately. my drafts are a mess, and it’s not just full of owed posts, either. my tags are all broken and wonky, and when i first started this blog i had no idea that certain symbols weren’t easily changeable. i’ve just just been craving something more laid back and simple without a large audience.  i’m coming up to a year of having this blog, and so i think it’s time i do some fall cleaning and see who’s still here following me, and who’s disappeared.    it’ll probably help with my anxiety, too. loooooove all my followers, but it gets to a point where i start to feel really self conscious about my writing and i just want to hide out in a corner, which is what i’ve been doing for awhile now, so — follow me here now if you’d like. same url, same plots && verses and shit. just different blog, different day. 

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       the moment finally came for me to make the decision of rebooting my blog. i’ve been finding myself really frustrated and/or anxious over here lately. my drafts are a mess, and it’s not just full of owed posts, either. my tags are all broken and wonky, and when i first started this blog i had no idea that certain symbols weren’t easily changeable. i’ve just just been craving something more laid back and simple without a large audience.  i’m coming up to a year of having this blog, and so i think it’s time i do some fall cleaning and see who’s still here following me, and who’s disappeared.    it’ll probably help with my anxiety, too. loooooove all my followers, but it gets to a point where i start to feel really self conscious about my writing and i just want to hide out in a corner, which is what i’ve been doing for awhile now, so — follow me here now if you’d like. same url, same plots && verses and shit. just different blog, different day. 

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       the moment finally came for me to make the decision of rebooting my blog. i’ve been finding myself really frustrated and/or anxious over here lately. my drafts are a mess, and it’s not just full of owed posts, either. my tags are all broken and wonky, and when i first started this blog i had no idea that certain symbols weren’t easily changeable. i’ve just just been craving something more laid back and simple without a large audience.  i’m coming up to a year of having this blog, and so i think it’s time i do some fall cleaning and see who’s still here following me, and who’s disappeared.    it’ll probably help with my anxiety, too. loooooove all my followers, but it gets to a point where i start to feel really self conscious about my writing and i just want to hide out in a corner, which is what i’ve been doing for awhile now, so — follow me here now if you’d like. same url, same plots && verses and shit. just different blog, different day. 

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       the moment finally came for me to make the decision of rebooting my blog. i’ve been finding myself really frustrated and/or anxious over here lately. my drafts are a mess, and it’s not just full of owed posts, either. my tags are all broken and wonky, and when i first started this blog i had no idea that certain symbols weren’t easily changeable. i’ve just just been craving something more laid back and simple without a large audience.  i’m coming up to a year of having this blog, and so i think it’s time i do some fall cleaning and see who’s still here following me, and who’s disappeared.    it’ll probably help with my anxiety, too. loooooove all my followers, but it gets to a point where i start to feel really self conscious about my writing and i just want to hide out in a corner, which is what i’ve been doing for awhile now, so — follow me here now if you’d like. same url, same plots && verses and shit. just different blog, different day. 

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       the moment finally came for me to make the decision of rebooting my blog. i’ve been finding myself really frustrated and/or anxious over here lately. my drafts are a mess, and it’s not just full of owed posts, either. my tags are all broken and wonky, and when i first started this blog i had no idea that certain symbols weren’t easily changeable. i’ve just just been craving something more laid back and simple without a large audience.  i’m coming up to a year of having this blog, and so i think it’s time i do some fall cleaning and see who’s still here following me, and who’s disappeared.    it’ll probably help with my anxiety, too. loooooove all my followers, but it gets to a point where i start to feel really self conscious about my writing and i just want to hide out in a corner, which is what i’ve been doing for awhile now, so --- follow me here now if you’d like. same url, same plots && verses and shit. just different blog, different day. 

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someone go to a tvdcon with me. i don’t want to go alone. someone share a room with me. i’ll make you martini’s. we can be bff’s for two days. or forever. 

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          “You look so HOT when you’re pissed at me.”

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You never apologized for hurting me, but I apologized 12 times for being angry about it

-you were so shitty (via slekes)

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✗ BONNIE

    It’s almost worse that he won’t speak to her. At least if he said something, or yelled at her or did something other than stand there she’d know that he was going to be okay. That they’ll be okay.

    She’s still very worried that he’ll blur off, he’ll just disappear in the next second and she won’t see him again. She wants to fix this. She should have wanted to fix this earlier, when he was in her position and she was the one turned away. Maybe this is karmic payback. Stefan isn’t that vindictive, not with her.

    “ I’m sorry… that I didn’t want to talk earlier. I’m sorry that I made you leave. I’m sorry, I was angry and I wanted to stay angry and I didn’t think this would happen,” she tries to say without her voice breaking up, but fails miserably. He’s already a blurring vision because of her tears. “ Stefan, please talk to me. Say something!”

                 Nothing she said seemed to make sense. Why would she want to be angry? Who in their right mind wanted that? 

    He wanted to say something, but he still couldn’t seem to find words. So he stood there hunting relentlessly for something he could say to stop her from crying. It’s when her eyes become so blurry with tears, when he can smell the salt of her anguish, that Stefan finally opens his bloody mouth. 

      “You shouldn’t have to apologize.”

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    “ No you don’t. And yes we do. You wanted to talk earlier and I didn’t and–and now this happened. Stefan–you attacked that girl. You don’t do that. Damon does that, Klaus does that, not you! I don’t understand. Please help me understand this.”

    She feels extremely hypocritical to be asking him to talk to her when hours ago she’d denied him the same thing. He’d wanted to talk, he’d wanted to fix things and she stubbornly wanted to remain angry. She didn’t want to resolve it. And now it’s worse. Now there’s this. And though he has his back to her, she’s seen him. Stefan–her Stefan–is a bloody mess.

    “ Is this because of me?”

              Did she think it felt good to hear that he had done something that wasn’t him? Something that was likened to Damon, to Klaus?

She’s right to feel the way she does. And in the same vein, he is too. 

             She can’t just pick and choose when he’s allowed to talk, he wants to tell her. She can’t just turn him away when he’s willing and desperate to solve problems, and then force him to face her when there is literally blood drizzling softly from his mouth, decorating the sidewalk with weird shaped designs. But he turns anyway, shoulders braced. Focusing on a spot that does not meet her searching gaze.                 He doesn’t want to speak to make it worse, so he just shakes his head once. He feels like a reprimanded child right now. Either that, or a monster. Probably the second option. Whoever he was right now, he definitely didn’t feel like he was her boyfriend.

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