words, the small weak things that come tumbling out of men “but I love you” (my unquenchable fury screams on) toby barlow / sharp teeth {batfamily poetry remix}

“As for this one…such a brilliant mind—-so ordered, so rigid. *ugh*

Imagine what it could do if it was as free as my own? “

Holy crap, this is killer. That transition is beautiful and super-ass-creepy. Just amazing. 

If looks could kill

“Does it make it easier for you to think that my little dip in his fountain of youth turned me rabid… or is this just the real me?”

This makes my heart hurt.