Some sort of window to your eyes.

Funny face

Perfección.

4 de mayo de 1929

80 years.

You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You're chicken. You've got no guts.
You're afraid to say, "Ok, 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 happiness.
You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing. You're terrified somebody's going to stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded by Tulip, Texas, or Somaliland. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you end up running into yourself.

CAITLIN

Es mi little sister, mi Caitlin Cooper, mi mini cooper, mi compañera de clasicos. Tardes y noches como las que comparto con ella no las comparto con nadie, es la unica que entiende lo lindo que es desayunar en Tiffany's con Audrey, cantar "with a little bit", tenerle miedo al ama de llaves medio lesbiana de Rebecca (que mujer inolvidable) y haber pasado cinco largas horas luchando por la paz jajaj. Lo lindo que es tenerte como amiga ya lo sabes, lo que me encantan nuestras charlas sobre todo lo que hablamos tambien, que mas te puedo decir? Te amo y gracias por estos tres años y medio.

Breakfast at Tiffany's, Holly Golithly (Audrey)

Moon river, wider than a mile. I'm crossing you in style, someday. You, dream maker, you heartbreaker, wherever you're going I'm going your way. Two drifters off to see the world, there's such a lot of world to see. We're after the same rainbows end, waiting round the band,my huckleberry friend, moon river and me.