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PALETTE CHALLENGE → elena gilbert + tiny ghosts for anonymous
elena gilbert week ♥ season three - favorite quote
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i was coming back to you. no matter what happens, it’s the best choice i ever made.
Their friendship😍 Dalaric❤️
Elena kissing Damon (requested by @dreamysherlock)
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Dear diary, I am not a believer. People are born, they grow old, and then they die. That’s the world we live in. There’s no magic, no mysticism, no immortality. There is nothing that defies rational thought. People are supposed to be who they say they are, and not lie or hide their true selves. It’s not possible. I’m not a believer. I can’t be. But how can I deny what’s right in front of me? Someone who never gets old, never gets hurt. Someone who changes in ways that can’t be explained.
Get to know me meme: 2/10 favourite tv shows » The Vampire Diaries (2009–2017) “Dear Diary, today will be different, it has to be. I will smile and it will be believable. My smile will say “I am fine, thank you… Yes, I feel much better.” I will no longer be the sad little girl who lost her parents. I will start fresh, be someone new. It’s the only way I make it through.“
He and I are the same. We manipulate, we thirst for power, we control, we punish, but our actions are driven by one singular place deep inside. We’re alone. And we hate it.
Can’t we both agree that my humanity was a hindrance? I was angry, depressed. A tragic poet full of darkness. Where’s the fun in reverting back to an inferior version of myself? — You were a lot of amazing things, too. You were loyal, creative, and wildly romantic…