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take me back to the night we met

#so pretty!!! Yes i’m alive everybody 😌 #just busy bc of uni :// #:* ♢ * i like being the eternal stud ⋯ reflection. #⎨✧. ❛ i will always choose you ⋯ elena gilbert. #puresthearted

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“Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.”

— Theodore Roethke, The Far Field; from ‘In a Dark Time’ (via killingthespring)

#:* ♢ * i try to hide my feelings; but it gets worse ⋯ character study.

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One day, you will flip that switch back on and all the bad stuff that you did is gonna come rushing back and it is going to suck.

#:* ♢ * i like being the eternal stud ⋯ reflection. #so beautiful #tw: blood

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the vampire diaries appreciation week day 1 📖  favourite character — damon salvatore “when people see good they expect good. And I don’t wanna have to live up to anyone’s expectations.”

#:* ♢ * i like being the eternal stud ⋯ reflection. #♡¸.•* queued post.

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“(I am ashamed—but it is useless—I am what I am)”

— Walt Whitman, from “[Hours Continuing Long, Sore and Heavy-hearted] (Rejected Poems), Leaves of Grass (via soracities)

#:* ♢ * i try to hide my feelings; but it gets worse ⋯ character study.

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posters → damon salvatore & elena gilbert • the vampire diaries (requested by anonymous)

Even as Elena was sitting up and turning in her dream, she was holding out her arms. This person belonged with her. He was her magic, her solace, her best-beloved. It didn’t matter how he’d gotten there, or what had happened before. He was her soul’s eternal mate.

He was so gentle, but almost fierce in his love for her. He had vowed not to kill, but he would kill to save her. She was his most precious thing in all the world… Any sacrifice would be worth it if she were safe and free. His life meant nothing without her, so he would gladly give it, laughing and kissing his hand to her with his last breath.

#:* ♢ * bad habits & too much bourbon ⋯ aesthetic. #⎨✧. ❛ i will always choose you ⋯ elena gilbert. #puresthearted

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♢ *   NERVETORN:    ginny weasley.  

By      the      third     minute,      ginny      had     zoned      out      into     her      own      thoughts      and     let      the      man     drone      on.      fumbling      of     words      through      rants     turn      into      zoned      out     jumbles.      𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚      𝒔𝒉𝒆     𝒅𝒊𝒅      𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕      𝒔𝒉𝒆     𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘      𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅      𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚      𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕     𝒉𝒊𝒎      𝒖𝒑.      finger      tips     twist      around      the     collar      of      black     shirt,      pulling      him     forward      with      a     strength      she      wasn’t      even     aware      she      had.           lips     meet      his      in     a      fiery      kiss,—     yes      it     was      to      purely      shut     up      him      but     that      didn’t      mean     she      wasn’t      secretly      enjoying      the     fire      that      lit     beneath      her      skin     by      the      touch     of      his      lips.     she      lingers      for     a      moment      as     she      hesitates      to     pull      away.      hairs     begin      to      rise     against      the      back     of      her      neck.     maybe      enjoying      it     too      much.      ❝         𝐈      𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰      𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓     𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝      𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲      𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭     𝐲𝐨𝐮      𝐮𝐩.         ❞            a      smirk     tugs      at      the     ends      of      her     lips      as      a     chuckle      slips      through      her     slips.      

IT’S   NOT   VERY   OFTEN   THAT   HE’S   THIS   LOQUACIOUS;   it   must   have   something   to   do   with   the   alcohol-spiked   punch   (   courtesy   of   her   twin   brothers,   for   sure   ),   &   the   urgent   desire   of   taking   his   mind   off   things.   talking   to   her   is   easy,   for   she’s   so   much   more   than   a   pretty   face:   her   sharp   mind,   lively   &   independent   spirit   &   mischievous   tendencies   definitely   make   her   an   interesting   interlocutor.   or,   right   in   this   moment,   a   good   listener;   though   her   intent   gaze   almost   seems   to   pass   through   him.   he   interprets   it   as   a   sign   of   attention,   oblivious   to   the   fact   that   her   mind   is   wandering   elsewhere.         ❛        ────      YOU   SHOULD’VE   SEEN   SNAPE’S   face.   it’s   not   every   day   that   a   ─       ❜      he   doesn’t   get   to   finish   his   sentence.   he   feels   her   lips   on   his   &   he   freezes,   barely   registering   what   is   happening.   they’re   warm   &   soft   &   it   makes   his   mind   go   blank;   they’re   also   demanding,   &   after   a   few   seconds   of   stillness   in   which   he   doesn’t   dare   breathe,   he   finally   reacts.   he   reciprocates   the   kiss,   hesitant   at   first.   hesitant   because   his   first   thought   is   of   elena.   no,   he   can’t   think   of   her.   not   when   he’s   probably   the   last   person   on   her   mind   &   she’s   in   someone   else’s   arms.   that’s   exactly   his   incentive.   palm   raises   to   the   back   of   her   head,   pulling   her   closer,   but   just   as   he   begins   to   become   aware   of   their   proximity,   of   the   surge   of   electricity   between   them,   her   lips   are   out   of   reach.   his   are   parted   as   their   eyes   meet   &   he’s   rendered   speechless   for   a   while,   slightly   dizzy   with   adrenaline.         ❛         AN   EFFECTIVE   &   SCANDALOUS   TACTIC...        ❜   he   looks   past  her   shoulder,   at   a   distinct   pair   of   appalled   faces   in   the   distance.      ❛   ...to   piss   off   your   brothers.   and   some   of   your   gryffindor   friends.   ❜   he   adds,   eyes   glinting   with   satisfaction.      ❛   but   just   to   be   sure,   why   don’t   we   test   it   again   ?      ❜      arms   snake   around   her   waist   &   his   head   lowers   to   her   ear,   voice   turning   to   a   husky   whisper:         ❛   if   you   can   handle   it,   of   course.   ❜

#nervetorn #⎨i. ❛ hogwarts universe ⋯ the boy who chased death. #they're both scandalous & i love it #:* ♢ * ⋯ interactions.

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I LOVE UUUUU ❤️

I LOVE YOU MORE ❤️❤️❤️🥺❤️❤️❤️ i’m eternally grateful to have you as my writing partner but most importantly MY FRIEND, & my soulmate also ❤️

#puresthearted #♢ * out of character: answered. ♡¸.• #romy you're an angel & i !!!! #love you sm

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If I could turn the page I would break away…

#:* ♢ * i like being the eternal stud ⋯ reflection. #this is gorgeous

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ugly mobile post but if anyone read the infernal devices let me know bc i just finished the last book & i’m emotional 🥺

#♡¸.•* welcome to lumi's paradise. #i need someone to talk to about it bc!!!! 🥺 i love it sm #ooc post.

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#:* ♢ * i like being the eternal stud ⋯ reflection. #⎨✧. ❛ i will always choose you ⋯ elena gilbert. #puresthearted

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♢ * PURESTHEARTED:    elena gilbert.  

𝐚𝐧𝐝     𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭     𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞     𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭     𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝     𝐭𝐨     𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭     𝐡𝐞𝐫     𝐭𝐨𝐨.     it     still     haunts     her.     follows     her     everywhere     she     goes     to,     especially     when     it’s     dark     outside.     strange,     is     it     not?     every     time     when     darkness     surrounds     her,     it’s     him     she     thinks     of.     for     the     longest     time,     she     thought     it     was     because     she     felt     completely     and     utterly     alone     when     midnight     arrived,     always     thinking     of     him,     longing     for     him.     wanting     to     hear     the     sound     of     his     voice,     wanting     to     embrace     him,     to     feel     his     touch.     but     now     she     understands     :     the     darkness     reminds     her     of     him     because     he     is     a     monster.     the     darkness     had     swallowed     him     whole,     found     a     spot     in     his     body     and     it     never     left.     she     witnessed     it,     saw     it     quite     literally     happening     herself     :     all     warmth,     all     tenderness,     all     life     and     light     faded     away     the     moment     he     got     that     damn     mark.     she     noticed     him,     every     now     and     then     –     how     could     she     not?     he     thought     he     was     being     clever,     running     &     hiding,     walking     around     hogwarts     like     he     was     a     damn     ghost     :     but     she     always     noticed     him.     always     felt     him     from     within.     her     heart     still     does     things     to     her     when     he’s     close,     she     senses     it.     it’s     like     …     magic,     almost.     when     she     was     together     with     stefan     that     day,     it     was     quiet,     peaceful.     for     the     first     time     in     a     long     time,     she     felt     somewhat     complete     again.     they     were     two     silly     kids,     falling     in     love     slowly,     slender     arms     wrapped     around     his     neck,     kisses     given     upon     his     cheek.     it     was     all     very     innocent,     until     it     felt     wrong.     a     wave     of     awareness     had     attacked     her,     a     certain     darkness     that     she     considered     as     a     warning     had     overtaken     her     entirely.     DAMON     WAS     HERE.     ‘’     we     need     to     go.     we     should     go.     it’s     damon     …     ‘’     and     before     she     could     even     finish     her     sentence,     a     dark     shadow     approached     them     &     everything     went     so     fast     after     that.     she     saw     him,     noticed     him,     and     then     she     didn’t.     she     was     left     alone     with     stefan     covered     in     bruises.     that     was     again     the     end     of     everything.

now     that     same     feeling     is     attacking     her     again.     she     likes     coming     here     at     midnight,     buried     in     books     –     it     gives     her     some     sort     of     peace.     she     likes     being     around     people,     but     sometimes     she     just     needed     to     be     alone.     to     distract     herself.     she’s     trying     to     focus,     trying     to     calm     her     inner     thoughts     down,     telling     herself     it’s     NOTHING.     but     digits     started     to     tremble,     a     shiver     running     down     her     spine,     heart     begins     to     beat     faster.     run,     silly     girl,     run.     he’s     here.     she     doesn’t     listen,     stubborn     as     ever.     jaw     tightly     clenched     together,     anger     rising,     aware     of     the     magic     that’s     screaming     to     unleash     itself.     everything     is     overwhelming     her,     she     can     feel     it     in     her     bones.     and     just     when     she     wanted     to     run,     she     could     feel     his     presence,     the     sound     of     his     voice     echoing     around.     she     doesn’t     look     at     him,     her     gaze     cold,     hues     fixated     on     everything     else     but     him.     looking     at     him     would     only     hurt     more.     she     exhales,     giving     her     head     a     little     shake.     ‘’     piss     off,     salvatore.     ‘’     she’s     mad,     but     most     of     all     she’s     in     pain.     how     could     he?     after     all     they’ve     been     through     together,     how     could     he     do     this     to     her?     she     manages     to     turn     around     a     bit,     doe     eyes     filled     with     nothing     but     anger     finding     his.     and     oh,     heart     begins     to     ACHE.     he’s     nothing     but     a     tormented     soul.     the     damon     she     fell     in     love     with     long     gone     now.     concern     is     written     all     over     her,     though     she     tries     her     best     to     hide     it     from     him.     ‘’     what     are     you     doing     here,     damon?     is     it     because     you     feel     like     throwing     another     punch?     ‘’     bitter     words     escapes     rosy     lips,     eyes     inspecting     him,     not     leaving     him     out     of     her     sight,     too     afraid     he’ll     leave     again.     he’s     done     it     before,     countless     of     times.     she     doesn’t     want     him     to     leave.     frown     approaches     her,     brows     narrowed,     reaching     out     for     him,     brushing     a     few     hair     locks     out     of     his     face.     ‘’     you     look     like     shit.     ‘’     he     broke     her,     he     really     did.     and     she     hates     him     for     it,     despises     him.     well     aware     of     the     monster     that’s     hiding     within.     but,     damon     salvatore     never     really     goes     away.     she     still     cares,     she     still     worries     about     him     on     a     daily     basis.     head     tiled,     palm     tugging     his     cheek,     brown     eyes     inspecting     him,     every     expression,     every     feature.     she     knows     she’s     supposed     to     run,     to     tell     him     how     much     she     hates     him,     but     this     is     simply     in     her     nature,     taking     care     of     others.     ‘’     you     need     to     take     care     of     yourself,     damon.     if     you’re     going     to     continue     living     like     this,     you     will     get     yourself     killed.     ‘’

HE   WOULD   NEVER   FORGET   THE   LOOK   she   had   on   her   face   after   he   had   punched   his   brother.   she   looked   straight   through   him,   at   his   soul,   saw   what   had   become   of   it   &   her   brown   eyes   spoke   what   her   lips   had   never:   I   AM   TERRIFIED   OF   WHO   YOU   ARE.   she   was   right   to   be,   because   in   that   moment,   there   was   no   regret,   not   an   inkling   of   it   on   his   countenance.   there   was   only   satisfaction,   in   its   most   sadistic   and   disturbing   form.   the   blue   of   his   eyes   had   never   appeared   darker,   darker   than   the   abyss   itself.   hurting   other   people   physically   was   one   thing,   hurting   his   brother   was   a   different   kind   of   sin.   if   she   weren't   there,   he   wouldn't   have   stopped   at   one   punch.   the   terrible   truth:   nobody   got   to   touch   stefan,   but   he,   he   wanted   to   make   him   feel   at   least   a   quarter   of   his   pain.   that   maniacal   desire   terrified   him   too.   who   was   he   ?   damon   salvatore   was   never   righteous,   but   he   had   a   conscience,   boundaries   he   didn't   cross,   he   had   a   reason   to   become   better.   she   was   his   conscience.   she   was   his   motivation   to   do   good,   so   he   would   be   worthy   of   her,   but   then   he   lost   her   &   he   lost   himself   simultaneously.   he   lost   everything   that   was   good   about   himself.   he   was   spiraling   out   of   control,   without   her   &   without   morality;   he   had   sold   his   soul   to   voldemort   &   any   other   chance   at   redemption   with   it.   any   other   chance   that   elena   would   look   at   him   one   day   the   way   she   used   to.   the   way   she   looked   at   his   brother   now.   who   was   he  ?   a   fool   in   love,   nevertheless.   as   much   as   he   wanted   to   hurt   his   brother   that   day,   he   stopped   because   of   her.   &   he   came   to   hogwarts   because   of   her   too   —   without   even   knowing   why;   to   see   her   ?   to   look   at   her   ?   to   hear   her   voice   one   more   time   ?   all   of   that,   &   so   much   more.   he   wasn't   alive   anymore;   he   was   existing,   surviving,   &   he   didn't   have   the   will   to   do   that   anymore.   he   came   back,   one   last   time,   to   remind   himself   why   he   was   doing   this.   for   stefan.   for   her.   &   most   importantly,   to   make   sure   that   she  was   happy,   that   she   taught   herself   how   to   live   without   him,   the   way   he   couldn't.   &   he   couldn't.   as   much   as   he   wanted   to   believe   that      the   purpose   of   his   visit   was   somewhat   honorable,   it   was   anything   but.   he   had   restrained   himself   from   seeing   her   &   talking   to   her   for   so   long,   for   too   long,   to   the   point   that   it   had   become   unbearable.   he   was   weak,   but   he   wanted   to   revel   in   his   weakness,   just   for   an   hour.   he   would   pay   for   this   hour   in   blood   &   longing   &   years   of   distance   between   them   —   so   she   could   forget,   so   he   could   mourn   the   ghost   of   them.

nothing   made   him   smile   genuinely   anymore,   but   she   did.   her   angry   remark   elicits   a   fond   expression   as   the   corners   of   his   lips   raise   upwards.   he   hopes   she'll   think   it's   another   smug   look,   after   all,   she   looks   at   him   so   disapprovingly,   with   such   coldness,   that   he   feels   unwanted   &   reprehensible   for   coming   here.   the   smile   disappears   upon   hearing   her   next   words,   &   he   suddenly   remembers   that   she's   not   the   only   one   who's   angry.   he   is   angry   too,   &   jealous,   &   hurt.   chiseled   features   harden   as   he   darts   her   a   reproving   glance.   it's   hard   to   be   mad   at   her   when   she's   this   beautiful,   when   all   he   can   think   about   is   the   softness   of   her   lips   &   the   way   they   used   to   touch   his,   but   now,   he   curses   even   those   memories   in   his   head:   they   are   too   painful.   now,   her   lips   touch   his   brother's.   ❛         ────      WHY,   IS   STEFAN   HIDING   UNDER   THE   TABLE   ?   because,   as   a   matter   of   fact,   i   do   feel   like   throwing   multiple   punches.   ❜   he   retorts.   her   hand   reaches   towards   him   &   his   body   tenses   at   once.   he   almost   flinches   —   he   forgot   what   her   touch   felt   like   &   he   forgot   what   it   was   like   to   be   touched   like   this,   with   such   softness,   as   if   she   cares   about   him.   does   she   ?   does   she   still   care,   despite   everything   that   he's   done   ?   of   course   she   does.   she   cares   about   everyone.   warmth   spreads   like   wildfire   on   his   skin   &   he   leans   into   her   touch,   eyes   finding   hers   with   a   certain   desperation.   it's   like   she's   healing   his   heart,   taking   his   pain   away,   removing   all   of   the   doubts   he   had   about   coming   here.   it's   like   she's   in   love   with   him   again.   but   she   isn't,   &   the   realization   that   what   she   feels   for   him   is   compassion   &   concern   &   pity   but   not   love   makes   his   entire   being   ache   again.   SHE'S   IN   LOVE   WITH   STEFAN.   SHE   PITIES   YOU.   his   head   snaps   to   the   side,   away   from   her   touch   &   away   from   her   worried   &   beautiful   eyes   that   he's   so   weak   for.   he   swallows   the   lump   in   his   throat,   sight   blurred   as   he   stares   at   nothing   in   particular,   a   frown   marring   his   features.   he   couldn't   allow   himself   to   react   like   that   to   her   touch.   SHE'S   IN   LOVE   WITH   STEFAN,   REMEMBER   ?   ❛   thanks.   it's   a   special   death eater   look,   really   brings   out   the   blue   in   my   eyes.   involves   little   sleep,   torturing   people   &   heart—   ❜   he   cuts   himself   off;   he   was   so   flustered   by   what   had   just   happened   &   his   cheek   is   still   tingling   from   her   touch,   that   he   almost   blurted   out   something   that   would   have   made   things   more   complicated   than   they   already   were.   heartbreak.   ❛   i'll   get   myself   killed   either   way,   elena.   ❜      his   voice   is   permeated   by   bitterness   &   exhaustion,   the   light   that   falls   on   his   features   only   accenting   the   dark   circles   under   his   eyes.   he   finally   rivets   his   gaze   back   to   her,   hollow   &   emotionless.   ❛   and   guess   what,   if   you   eat   healthy,   get   enough   sleep,   exercise   &   live   a   happy   sunshine   life,   you   still   die.   ❜   the   cynicism   in   his   tone   is   obvious   &   harsh,   but   that's   how   he   sees   the   world   now.   in   sombre   colors.   ❛   do   you   ?   ❜   he   asks,   but   there   is   too   much   care   in   that   question.   he   wants   to   know   if   she   eats   &   sleeps   enough,   if   she's   okay,   if   she   takes   care   of   herself,   but   it   would   rouse   suspicion,   so   he   quickly   readjusts   it:   ❛   are   you   happy,   elena  ?   ❜

#puresthearted #⎨i. ❛ hogwarts universe ⋯ you return like autumn and i fall every time. #:* ♢ * ⋯ interactions. #/ long post

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♢ *  SILVERCRESTED​:   allison  argent.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓  𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒  𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐘,   breathing rhythm following the same pace.  inside,  she’s terrified  &  screaming out.  however,  exterior mimics the one of an argent  ───  t o u g h  &  unafraid.  ‘i’m friends with werewolves,  i’m not scared of you.’  werewolves  &  vampires . .  two entirely different monsters yet both extremely dangerous  &  unpredictable.  she trained for this,  but was still caught by surprise.  this was the first vampire she’d ever encountered.  he didn’t look so scary  . .  more mesmerizing than anything,  but then again neither did scott until he transformed right in front of her that one night.  ‘i’m an argent,  we   h u n t  monsters like you.  so if anyone should be scared here  . .  it’s you.’  two ring daggers withdrawn from belt,  fighting stance follows .  she was ready,  she had to be.  ‘i can assure you my blood is far from sweet.’  words spoken with a sardonic grin as confidence begins to rise  & her inner WARRIOR  unravels. 

     ❛                     ────         WOOO,      A   SHE-WOLF.         ❜      HE   SAYS,   EYES   SCANNING   HER   FIGURE   at   leisure.   pun   intended,   of   course.   he   keeps   his   distance   —   he   doesn’t   want   to   engage   in   conflict   yet.   not   because   he’s   not   inclined   to   hurt   her,   but   because   she’s   armed   &   he   wants   to   stay   as   far   away   as   possible   from   werewolves.   a   smart   choice,   most   definitely.   

   ❛      do   i   make   you   nervous,   allison   ?   because   if   your   heart’s   not   running   a   marathon   because   of   fear...   ❜      he   flashes   her   a   suggestive,   innocent   smile,   the   rest   of   the   sentence   hanging   in   the   air.         ❛   argent.      ❜      the   name   is   very   well-known   to   him   &   he   enunciates   it   with   pensiveness.      ❛      i   met   your   aunt.   feisty   little   thing.   guess   it   runs   in   the   family.   ❜   he   remarks,   not   without   amusement,   as   he   follows   her   movements.      ❛      that’s   doubtful.   simmer   down,   buffy.   if   i   wanted   to   taste   your   blood,   i   would’ve.   besides,   i   prefer   them   docile.   you’re   too   much   of   a   hassle.   ❜

#silvercrested #⎨i. ❛ diabolus in habitu ⋯ under (in)existent control. #:* ♢ * ⋯ interactions. #this is very late !! c; love me still

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#:* ♢ * i like being the eternal stud ⋯ reflection.

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Damon + intellect

#:* ♢ * i like being the eternal stud ⋯ reflection. #:* ♢ * i try to hide my feelings; but it gets worse ⋯ character study.

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#the second gif in the first column nooo😭😭😭😭 #:* ♢ * i like being the eternal stud ⋯ reflection.

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“…I tried to die And get back, back, back to you…”

— Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems; Ariel: “Daddy.” (via violentwavesofemotion)

#:* ♢ * i try to hide my feelings; but it gets worse ⋯ character study. #⎨✧. ❛ i will always choose you ⋯ elena gilbert. #⎨i. ❛ hogwarts universe ⋯ you return like autumn and i fall every time. #puresthearted