So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.
Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.
How pissed off would you be if you were a Gotham rogue and heard batman was dead and you weren’t the one to kill him
How pissed off would you be to hear batman is dead only for someone to take his place and you’re just like God damn god fucking damn it cause u kno it’s Robin and u kno he gonna do some flippy shit and kick u in the face
joker’s like “batman died in some crossover i wasnt even fucking invited to”
(Source: joquilajoestar, via faygo-fuckyourself)
"Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams. I’ve heard people talk about the sleep of the dead. Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that’s what it’s like, I wouldn’t mind. If that’s what dying is like, I wouldn’t mind that at all."