tom hiddleston for flaunt magazine [x]:
let us go then, you and i,
when the evening is spread out against the sky
like a patient etherized upon a table;
let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
the muttering retreats
of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
and sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells…
the love song of j alfred prufrock - t.s. eliot
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