fuckyeahthevirginsuicides: Cecilias are dead. Virgins are blue. Tell Trip I’m over him. He’s a creep guess who.
You know, most people will never taste that kind of love. But at least I tasted...– Trip Fontaine, The Virgin Suicides (1999)
Lost in Translation
Charlotte: I just don't know what I'm supposed to be.
Bob: You'll figure that out. The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.