holly golightly

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.

---Paul Varjak to Holly Golightly

breakfast at tiffany's

saturday

blue sky whitey cloud, puffy couches, cold chocolate.
a short haired girl trapped in her own world, she is in a kewl lovely place.
rushlight and a shabby face
and the owner went to her and said "lah sendirian aja ? biasanya sama temennya ?"
----------end of (almost) sounds like a poetic blogger story----------

ps: she won't tell you the name of this place

jogjes

7 hari, pergi sendiri pulang sendiri.

tapi tawanya rame-rame

2011 menuju 2012. jogja