I need someone who
Sees the fire in my eyes and
wants to play with it.
April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via welcometomykarass)

(Source: hellanne, via edukaition)

2 days ago
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You wanted smooth sailing and I’ve always been a tsunami.