well dressed folk scrolling. perpetually lost.

"

My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?

I never know what you are thinking. Think.

"

T.S. Eliot, from The Waste Land  (via plizm)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via dysphorism)

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