Ghosts from Mississippi

I believe in the soul, my husband's strong shoulders. I believe in my kids' uncontainable laughter, a clean shaven face, I believe the smell of autumn, the grove on game day, Oxford any day. I believe in football, power foods, champagne any day, Avett Brothers' music. I believe NYC is a great city, the wearing of pearls is really theraputic, the genius of Tim Keller, the heart of Corrie Tin Boom, slow Saturdays. I believe conspiracy was involved in the deaths of Marilyn Monroe, and JFK, the old traditional culture of golf, girls with freckles, cowboy boots that go with everything. I believe in pink, the beach, riding bikes, acoustic guitars and banjos. I believe Mississippi will always feel like home. I believe in long, soft, kisses that last forever, the kind that make my clothes fall off. I believe in amazing grace sounds better sung with a southern accent.

tasnimsmentalroadtrip:

All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary

(via giann-i)