SOMEONE ALIVE;

STEFAN SALVATORE is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly d e v o u r e d? mun is 21+ under construction..

[stelenagifs]

“You can take this, throw it in the quarry and let the sun rise. Or you can take this ring and put it on, and keep fighting.”

[lukasewaldenbeck-blog]

[taxfreepsycho]

[x]

[stefanisms-blog]

"Please don't go."

           it was a combination of her words and the way her voice sounded that made it impossible for stefan not to turn. in the time he’d known malia, he’d never once heard her sound so –    vulnerable. his green eyes fix on hers, flickering between the two. there’s something different in her eyes, something he can tell she usually kept hidden. well hidden. away from prying eyes and prying people. he nods, once, and moves towards her - gaze lowering at once, not wanting to be one of those people he thought she’d run from.

[scotallison]

Stefan + plaid

[stefanisms-blog]

"You'll be okay."

        “you can’t..” stefan shook his head, eyes losing their focus as he looked at her. he took a step back, needing to put some space between them, gaze lowering to the ground. “you can’t know that.” he tells her. and he knows he’s right. there was no way to prevent what was coming. 

[stefanisms-blog]

“i’m not drunk.”

             eyes rolling at his sister, he picks up the tumbler from their grasp, raising the glass to his lips to drain the remnants. “it’s good to see you too, sister.” there’s a hint of a smile on his lips as he reaches to place his hands on their shoulders, squeezing gently, welcoming. “are we celebrating something?”

[stefanisms-blog]

agonygiven:

            the  corners  of  pink  lips  began  to  curl  up  in  a  soft  smile,  watching  as  his  fingertips  traced  over  white  knuckles  followed  by  a  warm  kiss to  the  back  of  her  hand.  “  are  you  okay  ??  “  she  asked,  with  everything  going  on  so  many  people  seemed  concerned  with  her  own  well  being.  nobody  stopped  to  ask  him  if  he  was  okay  with  what  she  had  become. 

           stefan’s eyebrows knit together at her question, his forehead creasing. after everything she’d been through, she was asking him about how he felt. warmth spread through his chest and he ducked his head, eyes unfocused and blurred. “you’re here. you’re you. but – ” he trails off, his head lifting, searching her eyes for the strength he needed to go on, to say what he’d been avoiding saying. what he’d been avoiding thinking of. her warm, chocolate eyes always gave him that. “i watched you die, elena. you – died in my arms.”

[agonygiven-a]

          “  i  mean,  maybe  i  was  at  first.  “  she  admitted  with  a  soft  sigh,  wrapping  digits  around  his  hand  with  a  gentle  squeeze  –  reassuring  him.  “  but  it’s  not  you’re  fault.  “

@stefanisms / sc / cont.

[stefanisms-blog]

            instead of pain at her words, he almost felt relieved. he was glad that she was allowing herself to admit that to him. to herself. once upon a time, she wouldn’t have done. he didn’t say anything back, only squeezed her hand back, thumb lightly tracing the edges and bumps of her knuckles. he raised her hand, eyes fluttering closed as his lips press to her skin to leave the barest of kisses to the back of her hand.

[stefanisms-blog]

“i’m not mad.” / elena :)

                   “i know,” he murmurs, fingertips ghosting the lengths of her arms before he’s taking her hands into his own. “but maybe you should be.” he can’t meet her eyes, his gaze resting instead upon her warm, delicate hands, thumbing at the daylight ring that now circled her finger, glinting in the ever present light of the morning sun.

[emmaswaen]

[musingmemes]

three word starters pt. 2

“don’t you dare.”

“look at me.”

“just forget it.”

“i’m not mad.”

“you’re being mean.”

“what a mess.”

“you are perfect.”

“jesus fucking christ.”

“you’ll be okay.”

“take a seat.”

“don’t let go.”

“oh my god.”

“you’re the worst.”

“you’re my favorite.”

“i ruined everything.”

“you ruined everything.”

“just trust me.”

“i’m not drunk.”

“i feel lost.”

“i’m so alone.”

“you’re not alone.”

“hold onto me.”

“just come here.”

“stay the night.”

“please just go.”

“please don’t go.”

[ahoraquetocanlosojos]

Me. You Have Me.

[thelovejournals]

All we need is someone to let us in.

Anne Sexton, “Hurry Up Please It’s Time”

[toriginalsdiaries]

You weren’t born evil. Your life made you that way…You lost everyone that you c a r e d about way too young and you didn’t have a family that looked after you.

[emmaswaen]

[a-notaperfectsoldxer-deactivate]

The worst thing is that                                       they aren’t even nightmares                                                                                           they’re memories.

[yafictionquotes]