When you lose someone it stays with you, always reminding you of how easy it is to get hurt
The end is different for everyone. For ones - it’s death, for others - losing themselves
The burning down of the Gilberts’ house was the turning point of the whole show, not Elena turning into a vampire, not even Jeremy’s death, but that house. It contained everything, absolutely everything that made Elena Gilbert, Elena Gilbert. The converse, her diary. The diary was a big deal. And she is probably going to regret it at some point, but this needed to happen. Elena Gilbert is not the girl we saw in the pilot, she is a woman now. One that makes her own decisions, the one that has been through so much, lost six parental figures and a brother. But Elena Gilbert lives. She gets up and moves on. She’s not that little girl from the pilot anymore, she hasn’t been one for a long time, she just couldn’t accept it. Burning down the house was her way of moving on, letting go. If you ask me this needed to happen a long time ago. This is the turning point in the show, this is the moment a girl becomes a warrior. Or acknowledges that she’s one, because Elena has been a warrior since the very beginning.
I don’t know about you but I have never been prouder of Elena Gilbert.
will never get over the fact that Elena lost 6 parental figures and a brother and people are still hating on her.
there is a fine line between creating angst and drama and drowning your show in depression. The TVD writers have crossed that line. Not in a good way. They have not only crossed it, but have ran 100 meters after in and completely sank the show into the sea of depression.
they’ve lost their minds.
AU: Damon & Elena in The Hunger Games. In a world controlled by vampires, a man and a woman are forced into an arena to fight to the death. What happens when baby vampire Elena Gilbert is forced to face one of the oldest, most dangerous vampires?
What’s the most embarrassing song you have on your iPod? [x]
“I do care. I want stupid koala corsages, and a prom, I want to have kids with someone who loves me enough to stand outside my window with a stupid boombox. “