This tumblelog is dedicated to my love of the riding of the fixed gear, the smoking of the tobacco pipe and the listening of music, although an occasional off-topic post might slip in every now and again.
Summer: Well, you know, I guess it’s ’cause I was sitting in a deli and reading Dorian Gray and a guy comes up to me and asks me about it and… now he’s my husband.
Tom: Yeah. And… so?
Summer:So, what if I’d gone to the movies? What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I’d gotten there 10 minutes later? It was — it was meant to be. And… I just kept thinking… Tom was right.
Summer: Yeah, I did. I did. It just wasn’t me that you were right about.