March 4th, 2013
Zoom I grow old…I grow old… I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. J.A. Prufrock: The original Sartorialist? Sub-Question: Better to be existential or do the clothes truly make the man? “Making existential angst look good.”

I grow old…I grow old… 
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

J.A. Prufrock: The original Sartorialist? Sub-Question: Better to be existential or do the clothes truly make the man?

“Making existential angst look good.”

(Source: daskkka)

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t.s. eliot fashion
July 3rd, 2012
Zoom Don’t see what all the fuss was about, T.S. That was pretty straightforward. (Taken with Instagram)

Don’t see what all the fuss was about, T.S. That was pretty straightforward.

(Taken with Instagram)

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t.s. eliot Prufrock Peaches
December 19th, 2011
I look at this and all that comes to mind is: In the room the women come and go/talking of Michelangelo. this is not new

I look at this and all that comes to mind is:

In the room the women come and go/talking of Michelangelo.

this is not new

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t.s. eliot Prufrock
December 5th, 2011
And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured
Of a craving for something I cannot find
And of the shame of never finding it.
T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party. (via askios)
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t.s. eliot
June 20th, 2011
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
T.S. Eliot, from “East Coker” (via liquidnight)
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t.s. eliot And the stillness the dancing
January 18th, 2011
Zoom crashinglybeautiful: “Words move, music moves / Only in time; but that which is only living / can only die. Words, after speech, / reach / Into the silence.” —T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets Photograph: John Loengard, T.S. Eliot, Cambridge, MA, 1956 From a host of awesome Tumblrs: aperfectcommotion, catherinewillis & yama-bato & mianoti.

crashinglybeautiful:

“Words move, music moves / Only in time; but that which is only living / can only die. Words, after speech, / reach / Into the silence.”

—T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

Photograph: John Loengard, T.S. Eliot, Cambridge, MA, 1956

From a host of awesome Tumblrs: aperfectcommotion, catherinewillis & yama-bato & mianoti.

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T.S. Eliot
Armed with 12 minds, five dreams, three crushes, a couple of rants, and a pretzel stand to hide behind.