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If you asked me 149 years ago, that I'd be standing here on this god forsaken Earth. I would have called you insane.

I got shot by my dad.
I had no purpose in life.
Cursed without friends.

I'm Damon Salvatore.
A vampire with issues.
Yet I am completely human.

#whitesxvior
EST ON 05.09.14

magichotline:

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    “No Stefan or Elena? That’s a bit of a shocker. Do you know where they went off to?” Apparently the first person he’d go to if the pair weren’t present was her. He seemed to be the only one enjoying the conversation. “We aren’t exactly friends. You know that just as much has I do.” It was like tasting a medicine you hated but needed at times. Sooner or later you build up tolerance and that’s how she feels about Damon. She tolerates his company.

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“Well ouch. Consider my feelings hurt, little bird.” Damon said casually. He wasn’t one to show that her words had hurt, especially when he knew he shouldn’t be hurt. Damon thought the two of them had shared quite a bond – since they’ve been through a lot. He definitely considered Bonnie as a friend, sometimes more than he considered Elena as a friend at times. “You really think that we're not friends? Surprising.”

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    Of course he would notice that it wasn’t his bourbon. Bonnie sighed, crossing her arms. “I’m sorry, Damon, but since I’m...