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I’m done with all of them. I can’t help that I died but that doesn’t give them an excuse to treat me like shit for something that I never experienced or will experience if I stay stuck here.

Maybe I should hope that I get sent home. It’s not like this is any better. I don’t want Rachel and Sam and Santana to hate me just for being alive.

I am sorry, Rachel. I shouldn’t have told you.

Alright, I'll admit it. Eggnog is pretty great.

The 100+Grounders
EMP is on hold until the ice disappears. Lucky for those who love it here, I guess.

Claire Bennet

Want to go for a walk in the snow?

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

...and not just the annoying song that George has on repeat.

Well that went well.

Anyone know the best way to comfort your friend when she's found out her boyfriend died, but that boyfriend is the one who told her because... he's alive here?

The whole situation is pretty weird.

Oh no, there must be some mistake. How could I possibly fall asleep in the big apple, the city that never sleeps and wake up in Los Angeles, the city of angels. This has to be a bad dream. I dutifully walked away from everything I knew to chase my dream and my dream led me here? This isn't right.

Filtered to invincible

I’m never speaking to anyone that I was friends with back home again.

Ever.

I need to get wasted. If anyone needs to distract themselves from whatever bullshit is happening in their lives then come to The Varnish tonight. Drinks on me.

I'm not hiding in my room. I've looked outside, TECHNICALLY. But how do I know if this is real? Sure it looks and sounds like LA out my window, but seriously? Angels? ...this whole situation is screaming therapy.

Where's Coulson? Is this some new, sick torture method? Let me hallucinate about my favorite place and give me a vague message board to type on. What the hell, universe?

I don't understand why that dude talking about The Lord isn't made of cheese.

Who knew comic books would be in such high demand...

Well, this looks like is going to be buckets of fun from that weird text. I did not see this one coming and that says a fecking lot, yeah? Didn't think my kind got second chances.

This place is filled with amazing surprises around every corner.

I finally have a sewing machine. I'm able to make custom dresses and outfits. That means you'll get a one of a kind dress tailored exactly to you and your style. The first dress is free, you only pay for materials. Prices after the first are negotiable.

Private to Erica

I couldn't do it without you. I already have a bunch of things for you to try on.

Sylar is here. He's here and he's not reformed at all. Oh God.

I guess someone wants me to start some trouble.

Gifts from home doesn't really make up for the death match.

[Glass House]
...I woke up with the stupid book on my nightstand this morning.

That is one test I never want to take again.

Has it really been almost a week?