August 2012
161 posts
a poem
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.
