I’m going to get a flower thigh tattoo anyone willing to design?
I’ll do a dance to make the rain come,
smile to keep the sky from falling, down, down, down,
collect the love that I’ve been given,
make a nest for us to sleep in here, you know it’s real
what was your question? love is the answer
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain."
— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via hellanne)