If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lovers washing their clothes together in a Laundromat. If you will bring the soap, I will bring the bleach. - Richard Brautigan
...summer sneaks into everything. day by day. sitting under plum trees in eastbourne courtyards. beer and giggling girl talks.
walking in the woods with my sweetheart. nothing makes me happier than pastry crumbs and eating lunch in a tree.