YOU KEEP LIKING ALL MY STUFF. I'M NOT USED TO THIS. ILU.
YOU HAVE A LOT OF POSTS I LIKE AND GIGGLE AT. GET USE TO IT. And ILU2, hun. <3
Your favorite superhero!
Shit. I have to pick one? Uhhhhh.
Okay, I’m torn between Wonder Woman (one of my role-models and childhood hero), Supergirl (another childhood hero and role model), Batgirl III (Stephanie Brown), Nightwing, Raven, Rogue, Captain America, or Storm.
… Craaaaaaap.
I’m probably gonna have to go with Batgirl III. I fell in love with Stephanie for her witty quips and her ability to see hope in things. And yes, she messes up and she’s not the “expert” fighter like the rest of the Bat clan, but she does her damn best in a fight and never ever gives up. She’s just so likable and wonderful as either her beginning persona Spoiler, Robin IV, or Batgirl III. She just has this hope and energy in her that makes me happy and look forward to everything because if she can survive in Gotham and see the good in it as well, then maybe there’s hope for me and everyone else in this world.
Best friend- Korra (AWESOME)
Crush- Bolin (WHAT. OMG WHAT. EXCUSE ME AS I FANGIRL)
First Kiss- Bolin (*SCREAMS* OMG YES)
Relationship- Bolin (*DIES FROM BEING SO DAMN HAPPY*)
Doesn’t like you much- Tahno (Is there anyone he likes besides himself?)
Member of- A Pro-bending team (SWEET)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
“
| — | The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost (via bearableimages) |
