For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
— T.S. Elliot (via brieflynoted)
Reblogged from briefly noted
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
— T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

Little Joy - “No One’s Better Sake”
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I love this song, and the fact there’s a T. S. Eliot reference in there. (That actually makes me love the song a tiny bit more.)

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

-T. S. Eliot, “The Waste Land”