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breakingjane:

Summer Nights. White porches. Sweet Tea. The 30’s. Dancing. Love.

All I can think of when I hear this song is a couple from the 30’s, him with the button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and her with the dress, strapped heels, and curly pinned back hair, home from a dinner party with the sun setting, glasses of sweet tea sweating in the late summer heat, dancing slowly around the parlor just so happy to finally be home alone in the comfort and safety of each others arms…and she’ll look up at him and smile with those deep, painted lips and it’s the kind of thing that makes you believe that there’s a playful aspect of love that we all still hope enough to believe in.

Call me a romantic. I’ll just tell you you’re right.