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I care because I am still me. I still have the same feelings.

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          She'd been staring off for an immeasurable moment; relief nowhere in sight. After just having searched the entirety of their surroundings for Stefan, and finding him - only to subsequently lose him in a way she'd never imagined, well - it all left her mind reeling from the possibilities. How did this happen? What did it all mean?

          "-- now what?"

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sofullofcandy:

How about this:

if you go study, I will either write a klaroline drabble (or attempt to, at least) or I’ll make a klaroline playlist for you.

-- Whyyyydoyoudothistome.

*Will 'attempt' to study*

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sofullofcandy:

nope.

I don’t see anything.

Before you say anything else - I know: I should be studying.

I just don't want to. See my problem?

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You don't see me.

You don't see me.

I am not here.

I repeat:

I am - not here.

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alwaystheprotector:

          The crunching of the pebbles underneath his boots is the only sound he can hear above it — the hunger. It’s worse this time, the climb back to the top will be much steeper, he can feel it; like a vine snapping with every step he takes. His chances of ever getting back to normalcy are looking slimmer by the second, but he doesn’t care about that. Stefan only cares about the thing he’s been deprived off for over three months — Blood.

The day's light dimmed behind a distant hillside, only to be replaced with night's darkening sky; the soles of her shoes, worn thin - much like her hope of finding him. Seemingly countless hours had stretched on and on, yet she, Damon, and Sheriff Forbes had failed to find him. Despite it all, her determination rang true; and - one way or another, she vowed to find Stefan before sunrise.

She'd just broken off from the search party to set forth on her own path, with that familiar twinge in the pit of her stomach carrying her onward. Minutes later, a flicker of movement danced in her peripherals, and immediately - surprise mixed with realization, and realization with relief. But that relief was tainted with a growing concern as her brow furrowed and calculating eyes studied his rigid frame. "-- Stefan?" The sole word rolled off the tip of her tongue, only to continue down along its steadfast path to finally fall to the ground at her feet. "We've -- been looking for you."

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These are the moments that keep me from falling apart.

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I’ll be back roomie.

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Calling it now: Semi-hiatus this week - stretching into next week. (Midterms, yay.) I'd like nothing more than to be here all day, every day, but time refuses to permit this.

If I get a chance, I'll stop by and shoot out a reply or two.

Until next time, sweethearts.

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selfishpumpkin replied to your video: And, once again, Tina kills me with feels.

cRYING

Yep. Yeeeeep. It's not even remotely okay.

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And, once again, Tina kills me with feels.

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Do you want to know what I wished for on my 16th birthday? No, not a new, shiny red convertible, not tickets for an already sold-out Katy Perry concert. Hell, I didn’t even ask for money. Instead, I wished for happiness; not for myself, but for my parents, my brother, my aunt, Jenna - my friends. Everyone I loved: I wanted them to find complete and utter happiness. Three years ago today, I would have never imagined that the happiness they found would be stuffed inside caskets, six feet under ground.

Diary Entry

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Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead.

Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow.

Just walk beside me and be my friend.