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.
Truman Capote (via kushandwizdom)

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abrittann:

Domino
coffee-and-blankets:

therefined:

Someday.

I want this so bad tonight.