of all the choices that I’ve made this will prove to be the worst one










intoasylum:

I cannot stress enough the significance of these two sets/settings.

Stefan and Elena are standing pretty far apart. Their surrounding is nice and organized and clean. The environment around them is simple and it’s safe. But on the left you can see a shimmering light,  a hint of a flickering flame against the wall, dim and dull. Like there was once a fire there, but now it’s small and disappearing. Not completely gone. Like a memory.

Then we go to Damon and Elena, and everything’s different. The room is red and warm and cozy. The room itself has come to life. They are passionately kissing by a roaring fire, representing their love, as well as the fact that these two characters are quite frankly two twin flames. Twin flames that have now come together to ignite an all-consuming fire, like the one right behind them. Just like Damon said to her the first time they met: “You want a love that consumes you. You want passion. And adventure. And even a little danger.” Just like the burning fire behind them. Just like this moment. Just like their love.




elenasalvatoreh:

…but I’m not sorry that I’m in love with you. I love you, Damon.

elenasalvatoreh:

…but I’m not sorry that I’m in love with you. I love you, Damon.








But you know what I really am? Selfish. Because I make bad choices that hurt you. Yes, I would rather die than be human. I’d rather die right now than spend a handful of years with you only to lose you when I’m too old and sick and miserable and you’re still you. I’d rather die right now and spend my last years remembering how good I had it and how happy I was. Because that who I am and I’m not going to change. And there’s no apology in the world that encompasses all the reasons that I’m wrong for you.

But you know what I really am? Selfish. Because I make bad choices that hurt you. Yes, I would rather die than be human. I’d rather die right now than spend a handful of years with you only to lose you when I’m too old and sick and miserable and you’re still you. I’d rather die right now and spend my last years remembering how good I had it and how happy I was. Because that who I am and I’m not going to change. And there’s no apology in the world that encompasses all the reasons that I’m wrong for you.