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he   embodies  EVERYTHING   that   is   w r o n g   in   the   world   of   the   rich.    IMMEASURABLE   PRIVILEGE,    arrogance   and   ignorance.    among   THE   WHISPERINGS   and   the   campagne   and   the   stars.   R E M E M B E R   :    a golden cage is still a cage.   you   wouldn't   last   an   hour   in   the   asylum   where   they   raised   me. independent, mutually exclusive JAMES BEAUFORT from prime's maxton hall: the world between us.

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make me choose: anon asked: steroline or stelena

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@vmprre 👀👀👀

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the   responsibility   of   love   :   to   keep   another’s   heart   safe.   heart   made   of   stone,   it   feels   heavy.   he   feels   defeated.   knowing   damn   well   there’s   this   danger   outside,   this   cruelty   that   could   be   the   end   of   this   town.   for   him,   it   would   be   relief.   peace   of   mind.   this   town   destroyed   everything   he   used   to   have,   everything   he   once   used   to   love.   but   for   her   .  .  .   for   her   it   was   her   hometown.   friends   and   family.   her   childhood.   and,   knowing   her,    possibly   her   future,   too.   soft   sigh   escapes   fleshed   lips,   fingertips   running   through   blonde   &   golden   locks,   painfully   aware   that   she’s   scared.   if   only   he   could   take   away   her   pain   .  .  .   he   would.   without   hesitation.   that’s   how   much   he   loves   her.

he   guides   her   closer   to   his   chest,   pulling   her   back   in   and   holding   to   her.   keeping   her   close,   safe   and   sound.   and   truthfully,   that’s   when   he’s   at   peace,   too.   SHE   ALWAYS   FELT   LIKE   HOME   TO   HIM.   understands   him   like   other.   ‘’   we’ll   be   fine.   you   and   me,   ‘’   he   creates   a   little   bit   of   distance,   forest   green   eyes   full   of   admiration   watching   her   own,   locked   and   drowning   instantly.   ‘’   we’ll   always   find   a   way.   ‘’   and   that,   that   was   a   promise   stefan   intended   to   keep   no   matter   what.   ‘’   leaving   town   .  .  .   i   know   that’s   not   an   option   for   you.   but   just   know   that   i’d   follow   you   anywhere.   if   you   want   to   leave,   built   a   life   together   .  .  .   ‘’   he   leaves   a   trail   of   words   behind,   little   smile   overtaking   his   features.   he   just   wanted   her   to   know   -   she’s   the   most   important   to   him.   ‘’   we’ll   survive   -   we’ll   always   do.   ‘’

her name on his lips is usually like honey, right now it just stings. ❛ i don't.... ❜ a pause. the constricting of chest, tightness in throat. anxiety only amplified by heightened emotions. ❛ i can't just stay and do nothing. i feel useless. ❜ looking at him now, she knew if she walked out of this door he would most likely follow her. they'd both put their lives on the line for one another and no one would come out a winner if they were both dead. hand rests atop his, thumb swipes over his own as her head leans into the touch.

❛ sometimes.... sometimes i wish this wasn't our life. when is it going to end? the loss, the death. it doesn't matter how hard i try, someone always ends up hurt. or worse. ❜ she hated how this town had started to dim her shine, to snuff out the brightness inside of her. head nods hesitantly. ❛ i won't go..... tonight.  ❜ there's the promise that this conversation wasn't exactly over. ❛ if we can find a way it needs to be one that doesn't end in a funeral. i couldn't bare it if anything happened to you, stefan. ❜

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Don’t flirt with me, Katherine. I’m not Damon.

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Fictional men who have the "it's ok to murder but it's never ok to disrespect your wife" energy >>>>

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STEFAN SALVATORE

The Vampire Diaries (2009-2017)

S03E01―The Birthday

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i loved you so much you could shake mountains with the force of it. so much you could drown ocean gods for it. so much you could dig your fingers into the depths of the stars and pluck supernovas out of that inky black emptiness and watch them turn to dust, that’s how much i love you. so much you could grow the tallest tree in the world and the roots would wrap around your heart. so much that the moon would sigh in envy if she knew how i would pry her from the night sky for you. so much that the sun would burn itself to embers if it felt even half of how much i loved you. so much, so much, that death himself laughed with the cruelty of ancient stars when he stole you away from me because he knew, oh, he knew how much i loved you.

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“Her lips are so red they make blood seem dull, a useless pastime”

— Richard Brautigan, from “Japanese Model” (via sadsapling)

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i’m not going anywhere. because i love you.

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how   terrible   it   is   to   love   something   death   can   touch.   he   remains   still,   his   dark   green   eyes   fixated   on   the   girl   who   stands   before   him,   innocent   and   determined   as   ever.   and   he   half   wonders   .  .  .  does   she   know?   does   she   feel   it,   too?   LOVING   HER   HAS   CHANGED   HIS   LIFE.   she,   a   light   that   never   goes   out.   a   light   that   most   men   don’t   deserve.   she   was   his   friend.   his   best   friend   and   so   much   more.   what   a   fool   he   is,   for   not   letting   her   in.   for   letting   her   go   so   many   times   before.   for   keeping   her   in   the   dark,   when  she   needed   him   the   most.   ❛   caroline   .  .  .   ❜   a   pause,   her   name   leaving   his   lips   like   a   damn   prayer.  he’s   desperate,   hues   full   of   defeat   flickering   back   and   forth   between   her   brighter   ones.   ❛   you   don’t   understand.   i   can’t   let   you   do   this.   i   -   ❜   another   pause.   searching   for   the   right   words   to   say.  hand   running   through   his   thick   locks,   before   taking   a   few   steps   closer   to   her.  he   hesitates   at   first,   but   then   reaches   out   for   her.   palm   tugging   her   cheek   as   a   soft,   inspecting   her,   taking   her   in.

❛   i   can’t   lose   you.  ❜   head   tilted,   tugging   a   hair   lock   behind   her   ear,   heart   begins   to   beat   faster   against   the   cage   of   his   ribs.      we’re   in   this   TOGETHER.   we’ll   find   a   way.   okay?   just   .  .  .   don’t   go.   ❜

❛ you aren't going anywhere without me. ❜ @hisbattles.

❛          stefan,         ❜       his name comes out as a sigh,    almost.    she was halfway through opening the door before he’d stopped her.     door closes with a click as she turns to face him.     brows furrow together,     features are a mix of confusion and worry.    the push and pull of wanting back up but not allowing anyone else to get hurt.   it seemed year by year the people she cared about was slowly dwindling, them either in a grave or far away from mystic falls.    this place she called home:    learned to ride her bike on the fields,     sleepovers with bonnie and elena in her back garden,      the streets she’d walked down with her mother,    hand in hand    —      all of it had been tainted.    a darkness lurked in every place of this town.    it was impossible to miss,      the way the shadows lurked and devoured anything weak. she could no longer be weak, no longer lose pieces of herself.

blonde takes a step towards him,    wondering if there was any way she could talk him out of coming with her.   knows that if it were roles reversed,   she would be stood where he was,    saying the exact same thing.    ❛         you can’t come.     i’ll never forgive myself if something happens to you.         ❜

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this new dashboard is making me feel v v v v dizzy

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journal excerpt, august 1st 2021

by lucielle drear / @cannibalies