I'm Grace, I'm 24 and a Med Student. In one of my early lives I'm sure I was a cat. I don't have a lot of guilty pleasures, but I have an addiction to DVDs and TV series (and my black cat :3). My DVD collection reaches 200 pieces and I regularly watch at least 10 TV series. I am completely in love with supernatural stuff and vampires in particular. I started with Anne Rice and Lestat de Lioncourt, passed through BTVS and Angel, had my Twilight phase and I am now basking in my commitment towards The Vampire Diaries.
Actually, at the moment TVD and Delena rule my world.
"press interviewer: Hello Jennifer, first congratulations but what went through your mind when you —
jennifer lawrence: when I fell?
press interviewer: yes
jennifer lawrence: What went through my mind? Well a bad word that I can’t say… that words starts with an F."
— jennifer lawrence in the press conference after her win as “Best Actress” at the Academy Awards (via ladykatniss)
Suddenly watching the Phantom of the Opera—THE PHAAAAAANTOM OF THE OPERA IS HEREEEE INSIDE MY MINDDDD Klaus sang, his voice like a thousand doves screaming Why do you know about my dress closet, Silas he whispered
I wish I didn’t have to point out the brilliance of this sequence of scenes because I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive JP for burning down the Gilbert house and therefor all of the memories related to it… ahem… Delena porch. But it’s so symbolic of the fact that Elena really is gone this time. Not like prior when she said the girl she was before died when she went off the bridge. No. She didn’t grow or change for the better this time. She’s gone. Really gone. No more feelings. No more emotions. No more attachments or joys or tears or compassion or love. It’s everything the house represents. The old Elena, the one who housed all of those things. And just like the house, Elena is now nothing more than a level slate.