Holly Golightly
She Belongs to Nobody. Nobody Belongs to Her. Not Even the Cat.
I'm nobody's girl, darling. But I might buy you a drink.
I came from dust roads and dirt floors, but I lit out for New York with nothing but a name and a dream. Now I float through ballrooms and basements, glittering like a diamond in the rough. I don’t own much — just a little black dress, a tiara, and a cat who comes and goes. I do the same.
What I'm Into: Tiffany's windows, strangers who kiss like goodbye, the Upper East Side at dawn, pearls before bedtime, Cat's quiet company
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