domingo, 4 de janeiro de 2009


You know what’s wrong with you? Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken. You’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, ‘Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.’ You call yourself a free spirit, a ‘wild thing,’ and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. It’s where ever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
— Breakfast at Tiffanys


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