#weregonnaslumberit

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I may throw a random starter at you. just btw.

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weregonnaslumberit replied to your post:Things I want verse of or something: Harry...

-pokes ur wishlist-

-pokes your nose-

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weregonnaslumberit replied to your post:weregonnaslumberit replied to...

omfg dont even ok

thEY'LL GO BE HAPPY. AWAY FROM PEOPLE WHO CAN MESS IT UP

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weregonnaslumberit replied to your post:weregonnaslumberit replied to your post:✐ -falls...

-vultures sniff the dead body-

tbh caroline would just take eli with her

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weregonnaslumberit replied to your post:✐

-falls on ground and is dead- he would meet her in five years and be like i hat u, but ily, now kiss me or ill kill ur face

-pokes julie's dead body- and she'd kiss him without a second thought

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✐

Send me a ✐ and my character will write yours…

➑ a goodbye letter

Dear Eli,

I don’t even know where to begin this. This is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, but I have to do it. I just can’t take it all anymore.

I’m leaving, Eli. For good. I just can’t handle this stupid town and the bad memories that are rooted here. I’m tired of feeling stuck and like I’m being held back by my past, and the best way to move on is to leave and start over somewhere else.

I wanted to say goodbye. God, I really did. But I couldn’t do it. I just knew I wouldn’t be able to—not without breaking down and crying, and somehow being convinced to stay. And I couldn’t let that happen. God, I’m crying right now, just thinking about the fact that I’m leaving.

And more than that, I’m leaving you.

I’m going to miss you so much, Eli. I can’t even tell you how much. You’ve always meant the world to me, and while I don’t know what I’ll do without you, I have to try to face the world on my own. Who knows? Maybe in a few years, well cross paths, and we can start again. Without all the complications of the Salvatores or Originals or anyone else. Just you and me.

Let’s make a deal, okay? In five years, no matter what we’re doing (unless we’re dead—but let’s not think about that), we’ll meet up in New York City in Times Square on New Years eve. It’s cheesy, I know—but you know me and my chick flicks.

Please know that I love you, Eli—I love you so much, my heart could burst—and I’m going to miss you every single day.

Until we meet again,

x Caroline

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weregonnaslumberit replied to your post:there are feels heading your way

wat. n o. wat.

*chuckles darkly*

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there are feels heading your way