Here’s the funny thing: in my own crazy way, I was kind of happy. For the first time in years, there was no little part of me clinging to the dream of being with Robin…which meant, for the first time in years, the world was wide open—because, kids, when a door closes? Well, you know the rest.
Even then, in what can only be called the worst of times, all I could do was look at her and thank God, thank every god there is, or ever was, or will be, and the whole universe, and anyone else I can possibly thank…that I saw that beautiful girl on that train platform, and that I had the guts to stand up, walk over to her, tap her on the shoulder, open my mouth, and speak…
(I’m not dealing with your bullshit, this is how the show ended, everything else had never happened)
Every time this pops up on my dash I lose it. This guy is my hero.
Haenuli - Ball of Starlight
reservation belows - http://haenulishop.livejournal.com/10634.html
These are cute.
IS THAT AN OTTER TEXTING A HEDGEHOG