someone will say this one day to me, and i will have no idea how to respond…
“You know what wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You’re chicken. You got no guts. You’re afraid to say, “Okay, life’s 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. You’re terrified somebody’s going to stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in the cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded by tulip, Texas, or Somaliland. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”-breakfast at tiffanys
because its one hundred percent true for me…
“You know what wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You’re chicken. You got no guts. You’re afraid to say, “Okay, life’s 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. You’re terrified somebody’s going to stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in the cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded by tulip, Texas, or Somaliland. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”-breakfast at tiffanys
because its one hundred percent true for me…
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