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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