#it’s to rent for a Mardi Gras ball my sister is in
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Guess who’s going shopping for a tux pretty soon!! :3 I’m excited but also nervous bc like, what if they don’t look right on me bc of my chest :/
#it’s to rent for a Mardi Gras ball my sister is in#but I’ve never worn a tux or even an actual suit before!#I think it’ll be very gender affirming
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☞ m a d i s o n t a s k # 2
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the top down on a red jeep, bare feet hanging off a porch swing, all the female power anthems from 90s-00s country, being the one to hold back the firecracker that is your twin sister, a paperback with years of love cracking the spine, one hell of a ‘Roll Tide!’, a worn-in baseball cap, greek letters on a frocket, pinky promises well beyond childhood, windows down with the radio up, dancing when your song comes on, giving your all to instill just a little bit of love for your passion in the faces before you, singing with all of your lungs, a pencil tucked behind your ear, referring to them as ‘Reba,’ ‘Martina,’ and ‘Trisha’ like you’re the best of friends
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[ I Wanna Do It All” - Terri Clark ] I wanna do it all, visit Paris in the fall, watch the Yankees play ball. I wanna take it all in. Catch a few beads down at Mardi Gras, start a tradition, lay down the law, I wanna do it all.
[ "She Don’t Know She’s Beautiful” - Sammy Kershaw ] There she goes, just walking down the street, and someone lets a whistle out. A girl like her, she just can’t see, what the fuss is all about and she don’t know she’s beautiful, never crossed her mind.
[ "Sorority Girl” - Luke Bryan ] You were born and raised to be a southern belle, but in a place like this, you like to raise a little hell. You got your year-round tan, you’re on the five year plan. You shake your little pompom up in the stands.
[ “Only in America” - Brooks & Dunn ] Lookin’ at the promise of the Promised Land. One kid dreams of fame and fortune, one kid helps pay the rent, one could end up going to prison, one just might be president.
[ "Born to Fly” - Sara Evans ] So I confess my sins to the preacher about the love I’ve prayin’ to find. Is there a brown-eyed boy in my future, yeah, and he says “Girl, you got nothin’ but time.” But how do you wait for Heaven and who has that much time? And how do you keep your feet on the ground when you know that you were born, you were born to fly?
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