"The yard was full of tomato plants about to ripen, and mint, mint, everything smelling of mint, and one fine old tree that I loved to sit under on those cool perfect starry California October nights unmatched anywhere in the world."
Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via theunquotables)
This is how you hold hands when you can’t
There are lipstick stains on my capri sun
which lana del rey song is this from