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;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
So, is anybody not in love with Darren? Anybody? No? Ok.
oh, the collective media boner for darren criss continues to be the most delightarious thing