You deserve someone who can harness the light that’s still inside of you.
#don’t hurt me like this#SHE WAS AN ACCIDENT#FOR THE WRITERS AND FOR OLIVER#LET’S LEAVE ARROW IN SHADES OF GREY#THEY SAID#LET’S LET HIM LOSE EVERYBODY AND EVERYTHING#ALL THE PEOPLE HE LOVES#BOTH HIS PARENTS DIE IN FRONT OF THEM#HIS BEST FRIEND DIES IN HIS ARMS#LET’S GIVE HIM FIVE YEARS WHERE NOTHING GOOD HAPPENS#AND THEN BRING HIM BACK TO STARLING AND THROW HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF A DIFFERENT WAR#EXCEPT THEN THERE WAS FELICITY#AND SHE WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN#BUT SHE WAS LIGHT AND SHE WAS COLOR#AND THE WRITERS COULDN’T LET HER GO JUST AS OLIVER COULDN’T#BECAUSE HERE IS A BRIGHT SPOT IN THE MIDST OF DARKNESS#AND A HAPPY STORY IN THE MIDDLE OF TRAGEDY#EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU IS TRAGIC#EVERYTHING EXCEPT ME#LEAVE ME OVER HERE IN A PUDDLE OF FEELINGS (via andyouweremine)
"I love her, man. She’s my best friend down here." - Hilarie
“Hilarie is my favorite person to work with, we get along the best.” - Joy
Deucalion and Gerard face-off in the old folks home… “I! AM! SENIORWOLF!”
#THIS MOMENT BROKE ME #OLIVER QUEEN WHO SHOULD HAVE DIED A THOUSAND TIMES OVER #WHO’S BEEN WAITING FOR IT #EXPECTING IT #FINALLY DECIDES IT’S NOT A MOMENT WORTH WAITING FOR ANYMORE #ALL HE HAS LEFT IS THIS CAVE #HIS PARENTS ARE GONE #HIS SISTER HAS LEFT #HE’S DECIDED NOT TO PURSUE FELICITY ROMANTICALLY #HIS COMPANY’S GONE #HE BELONGS MORE TO THE NAME OF ‘ARROW’ THAN HE DOES TO THE NAME OF ‘OLIVER’ #AND NOW SARA’S GONE #AND IT WAS SUDDEN AND IT WAS INEXPLICABLE AND IT *HURTS* #HE AND SARA HAD A LIKENESS IN THEIR SOULS #SHE WAS THE ONE WHO UNDERSTOOD THE BOY WHO GREW INTO A MAN ON THAT ISLAND #AND NOW SHE’S GONE #AND IF THIS IS HOW SHE LEFT #THROWN OFF OF A ROOF INTO HER SREAMING SISTER’S ARMS #WHAT DOES THAT MEAN FOR HOW HE’S GOING TO DIE? #HE DOESN’T KNOW BUT HE KNOWS ONE THING #HE’S DONE WAITING TO DIE DOWN HERE (andyouweremine)
A legit page out of Elena’s diary (x):
Today was just another day in the life of a college student. Surprisingly normal, I suppose. I got to my class a bit early this morning and enjoyed a rare moment of people watching. It still amazes me that people have no idea about us and what goes on around them. I overheard one girl talking to another about some silly problem she was having with her boyfriend and for a moment I was envious of her trivial problems. I also saw a guy walk in behind another girl and I could almost feel the longing for her and sensed he was too shy to talk to her and how much he wished he could muster up the nerve to just talk to…
I’ve reached a point where I’m comfortable in my own skin, and I do what I need to do, to feel good, but I’m built the way I am. The dancer’s feet, the bruises on my legs, they’re not going to go away. I think real girls have bruises. Tough chicks get bruised. They get dirty. And they have fun.