Holiday Golightly, Traveling
"On her mailbox was a card that completely typifies her character: Miss Holiday Golightly, Traveling. ...The story of Holly Golightly is in a way a part of Capote's life and perhaps a part of us all. The part that is constantly wandering, roaming, searching for a place to belong. Holly is the epitome of wild things, for what place does a wild thing belong but in the wild? It puts forth the question but not the answer of where a wild thing belongs when there is no wilderness left. "
(via thefairytaleblog)
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I love this.
(via bunny-cakes)
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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