Tour of the Mystic Falls

I found this artikel online, and it makes me sad to think how words can hurt someone so bad....


When u write about televisie for a living, u sometimes forget just how intensely some shows and characters connect with viewers. After watching so much television, u tend to get caught up in the mechanics of it all. How were the ratings? What's the latest casting info? It sadly devolves into inside baseball and u start to forget what it was like to obsess about a toon because something in it captivated a part of your soul.

There have been shippers since before the internet was a gleam in the...

I know there is a lot of talk about Delena; much of it negative. But lets take a look back here, look at Damon and Delena and relive a little journey of pure epic proportions. bare with me, it's a long one. I needed to get some thoughts out and it ended up SO MUCH LONGER than i was aiming for.

Lets start with Damon.
As a human, he faced many problems that cripple people today. We are assumed to believe he lost his mother. He was in the army, which can cause u to see and do horrible deeds. He was constantly put down, shut out and called a disappointment door his father. That is VERY damaging....

Chapter 1:
December 1
Dear Diary,
I had a feeling that something terrible was going to happen today.
I don’t know why I wrote that. It’s outrageous. I have no reason to be upset, but every reason to be happy, but here I am at 8:30 in the evening, scared. But that doesn’t explain why I feel so lost.
The dag before I left Virginia Beach, while I was gather a bag full of clothes. I came across five old journals, leather covers with old coffee stained pages. They were my great Uncle Jonathans’ journals; he was one of the first founder families in Mystic Falls and believed that there were vampires...

“So, where exactly are we going, Damon?” Again he told me I’d have to wait and see. We drove for a long time until we reached a huge forest. Driving through the thick undergrowth made me remember what Stefan had talked about the night before and I shivered.
“You ok?” Damon looked at me, a puzzled look on his face.
“I’m fine, don’t worry.” I sat back against the zitplaats, stoel and closed my eyes. Suddenly someone was shaking me gently.
“Elena, wake up, we’re here,” a voice drifted into my consciousness.
“Wha- Did I fall asleep?” I zei groggily. Damon laughed softly.
“Yes you...