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get to know me meme: 2/10 films
breakfast at tiffany’s (1961)

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.

Most (In)Human

Pairings: David 8 x Reader
Words: 970
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Engine failure forces the crew to send one of them on a suicide mission.
A/N: Yep, that’s the end of the fluff guys. It was stronger than me, sorry. Not really, tho. I hope you will like it as much as the fluffy ones! And as always, let me know what you think!


“Hold on,” I put my hands in the air, trying to get a grip on the situation, “you’re trying to say that in order to get it fixed, someone has to get out there and risk being burnt alive?”

“Risk?” Meredith spat, “It’s a fucking suicide mission.”

“Fuck,” Janek swore under his breath.

Engine failure. It was all I heard from David when I woke up. He said it in a hushed, soft voice making me believe it wasn’t anything important. Then I got to the bridge and all hell broke loose. Without this exact engine, we wouldn’t be able to move at all. Something must have smashed into it while we were all asleep in our beds and according to our system, the damage was beyond being fixed by simple repairs made by the machines. The pieces stopping the machinery had to be carefully removed from inside and in the process, the ignition would kill everyone within its range.

The tension in the room was increasing as we were left with the worst part of the whole situation.

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EVIL TWIN.

Because the Arctic Monkeys, The 1975, Lana del Rey and Ben Harper gave me feels. Bad Boy Romance!Au. Enjoy.

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This is my first story. I wrote it a long time ago and it may be full of mistakes but I did a bit of research of informations and inspirations to write this so please, don’t be too hard on me. Let me know how you feel in the comments :)

Genre: Fluff / BadBoyRomance!au
Pairing: Optional Bias x Reader
Words Count: Who knows, who cares.


A few piercings on the ears. Tattoos too, a full sleeve on the left arm and one on the neck. Each and every one has a meaning and there’s a specific reason to why and a specific place that he carefully thought about. He actually plans on doing the other sleeve but still waits until something means enough to him to put on his skin forever. His hair is always black, even though sometimes he does dye it when he feels like it. Always wearing a black leather jacket, baggy shirts and skinny black ripped jeans. He gives this kind of ‘idgaf’’ vibe, the look that says he could fuck you up. He acts pretty cold but is pretty cool. He ignores mostly everyone except his squad of course, a group of boys just like him. He usually doesn’t flirt that much, at least nothing really serious. You happen to be the girl that catches his attention tonight.
You weren’t really enjoying the night and wanted to retrieve the comfort of your bed instead of being squeezed by this dress. Usually, you weren’t the type to partying and stuff but more the type to just enjoy simple things. You just promised a friend that you will go with her at the party of her crush. And here you go, talking with random people about things that does not even matter to you.
He left the boys to approach you, mildly intrigued by you. As he started by a simple “Hi.” you turned and left. You thought he was a flirty guy like one of those that search for a hook up at parties. Actually, you weren’t a bad person but you just had had enough and left, you sent a text to your friend saying that you went back home. 
He was a bit taken aback when you rejected him, he doesn’t experience that kind of rejection as he is usually the one who rejects people. 


He hadn’t seen you since then. Until that one day, at school. The second semester just started and you happened to be in the same class as him, Poetry. The moment he saw you, sitting near the window, he struggled between following the only class he liked and excels in and studying your features. Today’s course was the infamous “Glorification of common things”, as in the fact that romantic poets use images and patterns to express their powerful emotions, imagination, and identity. You were so interested by all the content that you didn’t even see the hour passing by. Packing your things up, you headed to your locker surprisingly fiding him waiting you there, just looking at you. You honestly wondered who that was, not even remembering his face from yesterday due to the darkness of the room at the party. Slowly and silently watching him while walking to your locker, saying nothing. Who was that boy? why didn’t i even saw him before? what does he want? 

You just searched for your books and he took a chance to peek at the cover of the one atop, wanting to start a conversation about it. You didn’t look up at him, still minding your own business. And it started like that. He started to talk to you everyday, at least once a day, at this point it was pure curiosity. But you just wanted to know why he was sticking up with you. He was mid sentence saying how he liked the fact that poets can’t find any other ways to express their feelings than poems that have true meanings and depths when you interrupted him.
“Listen, i don’t really know who you are and what you want but i’d like you to respect my life and stop following me around please.”
“Finally you’re talking!”
“Leave me alone i swear.” You started to walk away,
“Go out with me.”
Slightly stunned, you turned around.
“You didn’t hear right or maybe you’re doing it on purpose but i don’t really… »
"Go on a date with me, and if i still bother you i promise i won’t ever talk to you again.” he said with a smirk.
You started to like how confident he was, and in an attempt to suppress the idea that he’s good looking from your mind you said yes. Lying to yourself saying it was mostly because you wanted him to leave you alone.
You both agreed on a date on Friday. He turned around and leave. You stood there, watching him leaving and it was the last time you saw him this week.
Friday arrived and you hadn’t seen him all day. You started to wonder if he stood you up. You were a bit affected, but quickly, you regained your thoughts wondering what was happening to you and why this boy’s actions were affecting you that much. 


Your last class just finished and you headed back home, still hoping him to show up somehow. You waited. At 10:30pm, you went to take a shower and change for you pyjamas because fuck him it was late and you won’t go out now. He definitely stood you up. You started to get ready for bed and check a last glimpse at your notes for tomorrow. At midnight, you heard small noises knocking at your window. You saw him down, whispering you to come out. You were jaded honestly. You just took a jumper out of your closet, put your sneakers on and headed down as quietly as possible. Since when were you ditching hours of sleep to sneak out of the house and go on a date with a junky? Actually, you couldn’t help but feel excited at the new feeling. You saw him waiting for you outside, still with his leather jacket against his motorbike, flashing you a bright smile.
“You’re pretty late” you stated as a matter of fact, crossing your arms over your chest.
“No princess, just on time” he said back.
He gave you his helmet and you sit on the motorbike. He took the time to ask if you were alright before starting the engine. He then drove off to somewhere. During the trip, you couldn’t help but to lay your head on his back. Having a small wind filled with his scent caressing your face. It was a calm and sweet midsummer night, the sky was filled with stars and you weren’t scared. You were at peace.
Stopping by a gas station, he took your helmet off and asked  if you wanted something. You answered back with a simple “I’m good thanks”. He then went to the bathroom and you waited for him outside. Enjoying the calm of the night, you let out a sigh. You wondered what you were doing in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night with him seriously. He came after a while with a black plastic bag, but you didn’t ask what was inside. He then took your hands.
“Are you afraid?”
“No.”
“Do you trust me?”
“No.”
“Then why are you here with me?” he said with a small smirk
“I don’t even know.”
He chuckles and rolled up a scarf around your eyes. He put back the helmet and placed you back on the motorbike. You heard the engine start again and he started to drive again. A few minutes later he finally stopped. You heard the sound of waves and suddenly a loud bang, you quickly took the helmet off asking for him. He took your hand.
“Don’t take the scarf off. Don’t be scared, follow me.” You did what his gentle voice asked you to do and you followed him. He guided you by placing his hands on your hips and you put your hands on his because you were a bit scared to put your hands around as you didn’t know where you were. You entered a cold room and then the sounds were a bit louder. He took the scarf off and you were amazed by the sight in front of you. 

The sea wide in front of you, as if you were on a boat. You realized you were on the small castle he talked to you about when you still didn’t cared about his words. The full moon was big and bright above the sea. A cool wind caressing your face and you started to shiver. He noticed that and took you in his arms. His warmth and his cologne filling you up, you were feeling appeased.
After a few minutes like that, you headed back inside. Again, quite surprised by the sight in front of you. You saw he took the time to set up some candles and covers on the floor, and the black plastic bag from earlier that happened to be full of snacks. You two spend the night talking, chilling, laughing and enjoying the presence of each other.
“So, did i change your mind?” You couldn’t help but say right. He did change your mind. Right now, you wouldn’t be anywhere else and you didn’t regret going out of your house. Thank God you didn’t have class the next morning.
It was nearly 4 in the morning, and you had to head back home before your dad wakes up to go to work and notices your absence. So he quickly rolled up the covers and tossed it to the side while you blew up the candles. On the ride back home, you slept on his back. How come things ended up that way so quickly?
Arrived home, he stopped the engine and smiled at you. You slowly came down and took the helmet off before handing it back to him with a smile.
“Thank you, I had a good time really.”
You didn’t want to go and he didn’t want to let you go either. Both of your smiles faded and you looked up in his eyes, he looked at you in a way you couldn’t describe. And now you were wondering how a supposedly 'cold’ man could be so gentle. And, as you started to head back home, he slowly reached for your hand and kissed you. You gave in so naturally, breaking any form of awkwardness between you two. It all started like that.

                   ——————————————————————

People do fall in love. People do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness. Everyone at school wondered how you two put up together. The unbelievable couple. But at the same time, they could only picture you two with each other. He helps you bring out your adventurous side and on the other hand, you help him cool down a bit and be more open. And it already have been one year like that, living a adventure everyday with him. The love story of a 365-pages book. You two have often those midnight dates when he shows up, takes you on a ride and you both drive out to nowhere. You feel safe and at ease. When you wake up in the morning, you often find him asleep besides you and you wonder how he ended up here. He isn’t afraid to show his real personality to you. He isn’t afraid to sleep or to say what he wants to say. Even if it’s the first time he is really in love, he isn’t afraid to fall for you deeply. He isn’t afraid to give in his feelings because he knows that you belong to each other. He knows that even though you two have small fights you will still end up together. He knows that even if one of you two go away on a trip or anything the other will join naturally because you can’t be separated. You both need and want each other always as close as possible. Not always cuddling, nor kissing but just knowing that you are not really far from him is enough. He probably know more about you than you do.


One day, you asked him about his tattoos. You were laying on your back on your bed, and he was on top of you, his head on your chest. You just subtly played with his hair while your other hand was tracing  the tattoos on his arms. He wasn’t sleeping, but resting. Eyes closed, enjoying the silence of the room.
“What does it mean?”
“What?”
“Your tattoo.”
And he explained it all to you. Every details of his history. Even the boys don’t know everything about that. You learn everyday about him. But sometimes he just doesn’t tell you. So you just find out by his actions. And you love how you can be the only person he can trust, allowing you to read in him so easily. You made the promise, the only one of your life actually because you’re not really good at it, to never hurt him or leave him. He needs you as much as you need him.

You hadn’t seen him today at school, you wondered where he was. You texted him but nothing. Maybe his phone died. The night, at about 8pm or something, he showed up in your room with the right arcade and the bottom lip both open. You saw him and immediately seated him on the bed.
“Hey.”
You didn’t respond. You just treated his wounds, frowning because you weren’t really happy about him fighting.
“Baby i-”
“Don’t talk.”
He did as he was told and just looked at you. Once you finished, you pulled him to the bed and crouched down beside him.
“I won’t fight again if that’s what you want.”
“What if one day someone show up with a gun or something? What will you do?”
He then realized how scared you were, how scared you were to lose him. So he took you in his arms and cuddled with you. He whispered how he will always be with you, how he will never let you down. Kissing and cuddling the hell out of you.
On the other hand, you wondered why he has to fight. Mostly why do you have to be affected as if you were the one fighting. How you didn’t care at all before and now you were suffering as much as him. Because, even though he won’t admit the fact that he is in pain ,because he’s a bad boy, you know he is. You live through him. Your souls are like twins. 


The next morning you woke up to him still sleeping. You searched for his shirt and giving him a kiss on the forehead before heading back down. Luckily, you parents decided to go on a trip so for once there was no point hiding him. You started to prepare breakfast and once everything was done you just decided to wait for him. You didn’t want to wake him up because he was exhausted. But as you couldn’t wait any longer, you decided to go back to bed. Retrieving his warmth, you then closed your eyes and appreciated the moment. Playing with his hands and eventually kissing it. He finally opened his eyes. He turned to you, eyes still half closed.
“Good morning” with a deep morning voice
“Good morning” you answered back with a smile, “I prepared you a breakfast, come on.”
You watched him rise up, stretching. You watch as his muscular body, sculpted by the gods of fitness, stretched from side to side. And you wondered how people like that could exist. You both headed downstairs and as he sat at the kitchen counter, you served him his plate. A simple plate with a handmade crêpe with maple syrup. He ate as if he hasn’t eaten anything for 3 years. You watched him ate as you ate an apple, seated on the counter. He suddenly paused,
“What if….”
“Yeah”
“What if we go on a trip? Right now.”
“I think it reached your brain this time, you fight too often bab-”
“No but seriously, let’s leave!” he said excitedly
“And what will i say to my parents?”
“That you went on a trip, duh”
You smiled and thought about it for one second. You had nothing left to do here. You barely see your parents due to school, work, business trips or whatever it was. He has no parents, no strings attached here. Except for the boys but you don’t really worry about it. They’re like birds, moving away, migrating but always coming back.
You agreed. You were bored of this place anyways.
You went up to your room and found your backpack, putting inside a pair of jeans, a few tops, and a hoodie.
“I’ll wait for you outside” he said, once he finished putting up his jacket.
You took a last glance around you, saying goodbye to your old life, excited by your new one that was about to come. You didn’t regret anything. In fact, you were quite minimalist and didn’t like the routine, so leaving all this behind didn’t affect you that much. You went downstairs and leave a note on the coffee table to your parents. You locked the door and hid the key under a small garden figurine. Jumping on the bike,
“Where are we going?”
“Nowhere. As always.” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

You both started to ride. You were really happy and in fact, not scared at all. Before taking the road he stopped at a small mart, to buy you a helmet. He took your hand, interlacing your fingers together and you followed him inside. You both came out after a while with a pastel pink one which he choose for you. You kissed him and then, both of you started to ride again.

               ———————————————————————

Travelling with your partner is a true test of love. Sometimes people don’t make it. But your love was beyond that.
Of course, there were times when you both couldn’t decide on something but never the idea of ending what you both have came to you. You travelled to many places around the country, always leaving traces of your step to a certain extent. It could be a word graved on a trunk or a quote from your favorite poems written on the bed of the motel.
“Bite marks are love notes written in flesh.”

Autumn came, and today was your fifth month travelling together but also your second year together. You wanted to have a matching tattoo for the special occasion and he agreed to that. You first searched for a small dinner or something because you were craving for a handmade lemon pie and he needed a real big fat burger, so you stopped at Danny’s All-American Diner and Dairy Bar. You sat and as the waitress took the order and served you both a coffee, you talked about your tattoos. 
He explained to you that tattoos have lost much of their stigma and many people consider them as a form of art. He told you to really think about it, but you were sure somehow. You wanted to keep forever a memory of this time of your life. 
You decided to get a simple minimalist tattoo on you forearm, '18:33’.
The meaning behind these two numbers was simply an excerpt. A quote from the Holy Book, Psalm 18:33 “He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he causes me to stand on the heights”.

The next morning you woke up in the Blue Swallow Inn. A small motel by the road. The morning light woke you up. You stretched in you bed and reached out for him but the other side was empty. You then opened your eyes and found him gone. You looked over at your new tattoo, around in the small room, let out a sigh and rose up to take a shower. Today seems to be a bright day, so you decided to wear jeans and a simple t-shirt. As you came out of the bathroom you saw him entering the small pink room.
“Oh, i hoped i would be back before you wake up”
“And i hoped i could kiss you to start the day” you answered back, faking being angry.
He gave you a small smile and closed the door. He walked over to you and wrapped you in his arms, kissing you so gently.

You spent the morning making love and the rest of the day you went sightseeing. That day he took you to Banff. The area is renowned for its many hiking trails and wonderful landscapes. You two came up with the idea to stay here for the night. After all, camping was a part of the deal you made with him as you said yes when he asked you to travel with him. So, you set your tent in a nice spot and decided to take a walk along the Lake.
The sky was bringing a rosé light, the wind started to slowly blow through your hair. A fresh and vivifying wind. He took you in his arms and you both watched the natural process. The calm lake and the moon and the stars rising slowly.
You were happy at the moment, and you couldn’t better enjoy your relationship. 
He then look you deep in the eyes, and you knew he has something in mind as soon as you meet those deep loving eyes. He took you hand and kissed your wrist,
'What’
'Nothing babe’ with a smile as he turned back his head to the stars
'I swear..’
He then look back at you with the same smile.
'Let’s marry.’
You didn’t know if it was a joke or if he was serious.
'I’m not really fan of cheesy things but i need you to be the one. Will you marry me?’
Of course you said yes, as always and forever. He took from the ground a daisy and rolled it up around your ring finger. You both laughed at this silly action but you found it so cute. 
This night you both made the decision to plainly live your lives from now on and to always do more than exist.

                                                      THE END.


8

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 going to stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somaliland. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

❝ breakfast at tiffany’s ❞ ( 1961 ) sentence meme
  • It should take you exactly four seconds to cross from here to that door. I’ll give you two.
  • I honestly think I’d give up smoking if he asked me.
  • You could always tell what kind of a person a man thinks you are by the earrings he gives you.
  • There are certain shades of limelight that can wreck a girl’s complexion.
  • But oh golly! Gee damn!
  • I’ve got to do something about the way I look.
  • We’re a couple of no-name slobs.
  • It’s useful being top banana in the shock department!
  • Ahh … Do I detect a look of disapproval in your eye?
  • You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts.
  • 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.
  • I don’t think I’ve ever drunk champagne before breakfast before.
  • We don’t belong to each other.
  • Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
  • How do I look?
  • They’re not the kind of stories you can really tell.
  • You mustn’t give your heart to a wild thing.
  • I’d marry you for your money in a minute.
  • Would you marry me for my money?
  • I guess it’s pretty lucky neither of us is rich, huh?
  • Did I tell you how divinely and utterly happy I am?
  • I love you, you belong to me!
  • People don’t belong to people.
  • I’ll never let anybody put me in a cage.
  • I don’t want to put you in a cage, I want to love you!

anonymous asked:

I just read this 'I like re.ylo b/ its two lonely people who find a belonging in each other' oh, do you mean finn and rey. That is literally finn and rey. These shippers get me so angry with their blatantly racist rewrite of the cannon of tfa.

What the fuck kylo literally chose to be lonely you know. When he abandoned his family. And then killed his dad. He doesn’t deserve rey’s company

8

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. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.   Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

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. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
—  Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Words

When I was small, a gay couple lived across the street. I have fond memories of feeding their cat for them while they were on vacation, of watching fireworks from their deck, of admiring their incredible garden. There was never a discussion in my family about them being gay. It was just a fact. I knew that these two people loved each other, belonged to each other, and that you never said one name without the other. I didn’t have a word for that.

I had no word for myself. I just existed. I loved people. I loved my family and my friends. I told stories of princesses falling in love with princes. I expected that someday I would fall in love too.

The first time I realized that someone my age was queer, I was in middle school. It was sometime after the word gay entered my vocabulary with both its pejorative and descriptive meanings. A dear friend and I decided that we liked each other. We went out for ice cream, and there were more hugs than chaste cheek kisses. After a week of calling each other “boyfriend” and “girlfriend”, we decided that we were both happier as platonic friends. I don’t remember when I learned that he was gay. There was a point in time where I didn’t know, and another where I knew, and what happened in between is foggy.

I had inklings that I saw the world a little differently than others did, but I didn’t have a word to describe myself. I had other, bigger things to worry about. My mother was dying, after all. I didn’t have the energy or the emotional capacity to consider much else.

In high school I felt wrong, incomplete somehow. My diary entries spoke constantly of how I felt like I’d missed something that everyone else understood, that I was developmentally behind somehow. I decided that I had crushes on boys based on factual, logical information rather than any real attraction. I thought this was what was expected of me. I thought everyone else just picked, rather than felt.

I called myself broken.

In college, I began to explore my feelings, to search for a word. It was a quiet, secret contemplation in the dark of my dorm room, in the strange headspace after I’d finished my bible reading and before I’d turned on the sounds of a rainstorm to help me sleep. I felt that I wasn’t necessarily opposed to the idea of dating a woman. I had my first real crush shortly after, though I wouldn’t realize it until long after it had passed, and I had analyzed my experience logically. She was a bright, beautiful girl with a smile like sunlight, but I didn’t understand those feelings. I’d never had them before. I’m still not entirely convinced that I even had them.

I tried different words in secret, but they all felt wrong in my mouth.

The woman who would later be my (ex) girlfriend became infatuated with me. She insisted that I was leading her on, but my affections and behaviors towards her were the same as they were toward all my friends. I was still pursuing a logically selected “crush” on a male classmate. She and I fought constantly. She wanted a relationship, I wasn’t sure about the idea. After a year of fighting, she told me that people frequently assumed we were dating and it was difficult to convince them otherwise. I gave in and said “why not”. There was no feeling behind it, it just seemed logical to try it since the alternative hadn’t worked out.

She tried to give me the word lesbian. It felt foreign and wrong in my mouth.

After we broke up, I felt more broken than ever before. I didn’t know which feelings were real and which ones were imagined to follow the logic that forever haunted me. I was supposed to like boys (or girls, but boys were the standard option). I was supposed to feel a certain way when I looked at them, and act accordingly. I was supposed to have multiple relationships and ultimately find the one person who made me complete. I was supposed to fall in love. But I never had those feelings. I never knew how to act. I never understood. I never felt any more complete. I never fell in love.

And then I found more words.

I was afraid to try the word asexual. I kept pushing it away, only saying it in secret. The more I read about the word and the feelings that went with it, the more I wanted it to be mine. I wanted to say it over and over and never let go of it. But I was so very afraid of the word. It was surrounded in shadows and anger and confusion. For every post I read about the word that made me feel alive, I found six more saying the word was made up, that those feelings were wrong, that I wasn’t allowed to use it, that it was problematic and hurtful.

The first time I spoke the word to another person, it was an accident. My heart had embraced it, and my mouth had claimed it even if my mind wasn’t quite ready. I started to say it more often. Usually I had to explain myself. Sometimes I had to defend myself. A few times, I decided it was safer not to say anything at all.

I have words now. I don’t always like how they feel in my mouth. I select between a few, depending on who I’m talking to and how I feel. But now that I’ve had a taste of words that are almost right, I’m constantly searching for the one word, whatever it is. The word that means me.

3

You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You’re chicken. You’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to say, “OK, 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 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 that 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 end up running into yourself.

“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. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.“

“You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You’re chicken. You got no guts. You’re afraid to say, ‘O.K., 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. You’re terrified somebody’s going to stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded by Tulip, Texas or Somali land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”

Breakfast At Tiffany’s

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 going to stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somaliland. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.