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[abcdevious]

Life is Short and can be Sad, Eat The Fucking Chocolate, don't feel guilty about it, it's fucking rad.

Or alternatively have fruit if you don't fancy chocolate, the point stands that if you fancy something, have it because it tastes amazing and YOU DO NOT HAVE TO SUBSCRIBE TO THE SCARE YOURSELF TO A SKELETON MODEL TO BE SEXY ENOUGH FOR YOUR PARTNER TO FIND YOU ATTRACTIVE.

[abcdevious]

Stomp - 'A feat of feet...'

I know this isn’t quite in-tune with a movie review blog, but seeing as Stomp is moving- with dual-meaning- I thought it would still perhaps be appropriate to serve up my response to it here.

At the Ambassadors Theatre in London’s West End there is a show…

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[thescienceofjohnlock]

abcdevious replied to your post: “No one wants to talk to me today.”:

Hello : )

Hiiiiiiiiiii

[indamonseyes]

Your icon is beautiful!

oh thank youu! :D

[standbydelena]

Hey ^.^

I assume that's for the song meme? ;)

LIFE STORY:Opening Credits: Evanescence - The End (lol what)Waking Up: Shakira - Timor (you gonna be politically active it seems :P)First Day At School:  WT - World of Make BelieveFalling In Love: Valeriy Meladze ft. Ani Lorak - Give Me Back My Love (got it subbed in English, tell me if you wanna hear it :))Fight Song: T.A.T.U - Friend or Foe (makes sense :DBreaking Up: WT - Intro (idek :D)Life’s OK: Evanescence - Where Will You Go (makes no sense :D)Getting Back Together: Ciara ft. Missy Elliott - WorkWedding:  WT - The Truth Beneath The Rose (makes no sense but we know the flowers?)Birth of Child: Shakira - Lo Hecho Esta Hecho (LOL)Final Battle: Evanescence - Whisper (kinda sad,sorry)Death Scene: Hadise - Dum Tek Tek (idek)Funeral Song: Evanescence - Lacrimosa (sigh)End Credits: Ruslana - We'll Be The First (idk why :D)

[sinnerlikedamon]

voice recog. suggestion: Eating chocolate whilst watching Damon Salvatore makes one salivate

Eating chocolate was watching damon salvatore makes one saturday

haha xD

send me phrases for voice recognition~

[abcdevious]

We care softly, we care wholly, we touch finely, we touch solely, To connect. Feel the click, the sting, the buzz; We're friction. We care sorely, we care boldly, we touch warmly, we touch coldly, To affect. Feel the charge, the bite, the love; We're melted. We strain, we feign, we deign. We complain we're insane again and again. But we're all spinning; all praying, All of us, all day, All night. So don't be scared to care; to touch; to connect; to care; to touch; to affect- The joy of landing comes from the falling.

E. Bolt

[abcdevious]

A Damon & Elena 'Little Bite'

I tapped my fingers on the edge of the theatre box, upset with myself that I was bored at the ballet. I'd seen better, but my ennui was not solely based on this fact.

I was bored generally.

Feeds were exhilirating as ever but beyond that I was not stimulated and it hurt that I could find no excitement when I had been given the chance to experience so fully and richly. I'd been a vampire for over a decade, now and a couple of years ago had decided I needed some solo time to see the world; I didn't know I would be gone this long. It had been a peaceful parting with Damon, not so much a breaking up as a putting-on-hold. He was painfully understanding. But as Shakespeare had said, parting was such sweet sorrow and so whilst I'd enjoyed myself, the sting was still there...

So I'd distracted myself with ballets, operas, rollercoasters and parties but to no particular avail.

There was only one dance and one dance partner who could resurrect my joie de vivre (or, perhaps more fittingly, morte).

My arrival in Mystic Falls was discrete. I arranged no hotel, brought no luggage and travelled most of the way from New York on foot. This gave me time to contemplate a plan.

But by the time I was in his room, any elaborate ideas seemed silly. We worked on instinct, he and I, were spontaneous and fed off one another in more ways than one.

Watching him muse at his piano from outside in the night, two and a half centuries old and still a delightfully dark devil to behold, I felt a honeyed rush of nostalgia, delight and anticipation.

I leapt silently up the face of the house and grappled my way delicately through his bedroom window, heading for his first port of call before bed-

The shower. Always. Germaphobe.

I switched on the water and stood under the hard, hot and fast water, waiting.

He walked into his bedroom rather casually and sat on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt and smirking his special smirk at me once he spotted me in the steam.

I finished washing my hair and stepped out, not bothering with the ritual of a towel, speeding to him and landing- still slippery wet and hot from the shower- in his lap. He raked his fingers through my soaking hair and tucked it behind my ear so he could suck smoothly on my lobe. I shivered and relished the feel of his hard, familiar body against my own.

"You know, one would have thought two and a half centuries would immunise you to Time, make it less of a significance." His words draped like velvet around my neck as he kissed and licked up droplets of water. "But two years hurt..."

After enjoying a couple of moments of friction against the fabric of his shirt, I stroked it off his shoulders and instantly pined to reacquaint myself with those majestically crafted bones and muscles. I felt safe and I felt sad.

He kissed me without warning and my nerves surged to the surface of my skin, alert and sensitive to his whim as his thumbs rubbed away the few tears he allowed to escape before replacing my sadness with a far greater emotion: joy.

"Elena," he breathed.

Finally.

Home.

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