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#LITERALLY FOLLOW JASMINE SHE'S A SWEETHEART & A V GOOD WRITER WOW

PFT, she's a liar. DON'T LISTEN. I just bribe her with things. Badass and sad things.

#deathsarcher #[ whoops the feels ]#allison argent #[ spoilers ]

Well now that is over, and since I already have the gifs ready of Allison dying, I'm going to make a gifset to destroy mine and Taylor's hearts. Weeeeeeeeeee. [ might have to download arrow episodes though because ugh ]

#[ out of love to give ]#deathsarcher

i'm glad we were us.

Himself was the only thing he could have been. No matter the circumstances, he would always be himself — around her. For her.

But she wasn’t there anymore. How could he ever be himself again if the reason why he had fought to stay the way he was, was g o n e ? If the only person that allowed him to even be himself had been taken away from his world right before his eyes? He didn’t know if he could ever be the young boy he had once be with her ever again.

She was there, but at the same time she wasn’t. They could never do the things they used to be together the same way, the only thing remaining to relive those moments they once had were through words and memories.

The memory of that night, their first night together and ironically their last. It was the memory they were now reliving. And that ability to remember this special night was the first thing that had been able to make him smile since a while, but brought tears to his eyes as well.

That night, he remembered it clearly. He remembered the way her hair fell down on her shoulders, he remembered the way her lips felt against his, he also remembered how coming to h e r was the first thing that crossed his own mind before he couldn’t control what was happening to him. She had been the first person he wanted to see, the first person to pop into his head when he had recovered his capacity to move. He had been himself the whole time, and she allowed them to be themselves together.

She was the first person who let him be himself completely in every single ways of the word. And he wouldn’t have want anybody else to give him that honor. Glad didn’t come close to the actual feeling he had, and still was having towards her.

“I’m more than glad. I’m grateful. I’m grateful we were us. That you allowed me to be myself. I remember us being us. I’ll always remember it