This Saturday at 6:00 we are hosting our very first art gathering. The purpose is to fill the entire room with self-expressive art, and good people who give a damn about it all. Photographs will be hung, Instruments will be played, and Poems will be sung.
Oh, oh, my love Don’t you leave me I don’t want to learn how to die Oh, oh, my love
Take a choo-choo train Roll it away Another choo-choo rain Wash me away when we’re apart Take a choo-choo train Roll it away Another choo-choo rain Wash me away when we’re apart ‘Cuz you’re a part of my heart and I’m apart from my heart, my heart
“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 (George Peppard), Breakfast At Tiffany’s (via aroarofinjustice, ohbrightstar)