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
He loves us. He loves us.
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, TOM HIDDLESTON LOVES US!
The world has been set right again.
Hiddles Snowflake. We decorated our apartment for Christmas. Couldn’t help it.
And his spinning is so fascinating
He’s a pain in my ASSgardian soul.