miss whoever-you-are

paul varjak: holly, im in love with you.
holly golightly: so what.
paul: so what? so plenty! i love you, you belong to me!
holly: no. people dont belong to people.
paul: of course they do!
holly: nobodys going to put me in a cage.
paul: i want to love you.
holly: its the same thing.
paul: no its not! you know whats wrong with you, miss whoever-you-are? youre chicken. youve got no guts. youre afraid to stick out your chin and say, "okay, lifes a fact. people do fall in love. people do belong to each other because thats the only chance anybodys got for real happiness." you call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, and youre terrified somebodys gonna stick you in a cage. well baby, youre already in that cage. you built it yourself. and its not bounded in the west by tulip, texas, or in the east by somali-land. its wherever you go. because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself. here. ive been carrying this thing around for months. i dont want it anymore.


ugh. if i were to give myself some advice, i would tell me to get over myself. and thats that.