Follow posts tagged #deepsouth in seconds.Sign up
“She seemed to follow with her eyes the waves of music, to dissolve into the dying brasses, across the pool and the opposite semicircle of trees where at sombre intervals the dead tranquil queens in stained marble mused, and on into the sky lying prone and vanquished in the embrace of the season of rain and death.”—Sanctuary- William Faulkner, p222
tweetness said: LOL! Sorry… I can’t help but laugh at your comment about looks from people because it would appear you’re not married. Really? I gave birth to two a zillion years ago and no one gave me a dirty look. I would have kicked their ass but still…
Oh darling. I live in the DEEP SOUTH and I would get “Oh bless your heart” from the old people and then a look of relief when I mentioned my husband.
These baptists don’t mess around!