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TVD characters + MBTI • Katherine Pierce → ENTP “The Visionary” "Very curious, ambitious, highly strong-minded, can be insensitive and unintentionally hurt others’ feelings, can be very charming, tendency to be big spenders, carefree and dangerous.”

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Rapunzel + being an actual puppy

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me typing in 2009: Hi there! This is a fun email thingy. What r u doing?????? Wow typing is really hard lol.

me typing in 2010: Hay guise! It's meh wtf lmao! I don't have ADHD i just IS THAT A PANCAKE TACO TURTLE LOL :3 xD

me typing in 2011: Oh my god, are you all illiterate? What do you think this is, 2006? Grow up, you lot of nine-year-olds. Nobody wants to have the Internet tainted with your scum.

me typing in 2012: lol whats happening hoo Dis

me typing in 2013: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

me typing in 2014: hella

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innuendos on Damon and Elena having loud sex

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Ian, how many shirts have you had been ripped off of you?

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Nina Dobrev Teams Up with Gorjana Jewelry for EBMRF

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Damon and Elena + fireplace 

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Teacher: If you have 10 chocolate cakes and someone asks for 2, how many do you have left?

Me: 10

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somehow she’s always the one who gets hurt

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I just want someone who will kiss me when I’m mad and lets me cry in front of them and buys me pizza and watches scary movies with me and holds my hand real tight even if it’s sweaty and thinks I’m beautiful no matter what I look like and lets me steal their sweaters so I can sleep with their smell on my skin and who laughs at the same things I do and just never lets me go, no matter how hard I try to push them away.

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We go to sleep.

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We go to sleep.

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Chemistry is about a t t r a c t i o n & r e a c t i o n.

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A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh. He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs. I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse. At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride. Like a girl. Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed, and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it, because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices. But then he laughed again and all I saw was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist. (my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.) When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles, I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously just because I’m a girl. Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big. Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary. Be small and smooth with soft edges and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts: the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having, the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission. Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car, because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway. We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street who see us as convenient bodies instead of people. Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft, so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling, pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are. We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths, because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls. Once, I got told I punched like a girl. I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.

'My Perfume Doubles As Mace,' theappleppielifestyle. (via albinwonderland)

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"Not so much giffed de-moments "

- requested by elenasempathy​