“Are there any rules you’ll place when you come to rule the earth?” (x)

“Like I said, it’s very scary to meet you…” (x)

when the evening is spread out against the sky 
like a patient etherized upon a table

[x]

(x)

Flaunt Magazine [x]

crispins:

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