♥ iced coffee with creamy vanilla ice cubes
♥ summer thunderstorms
♥ journals like roadmaps
♥ I truly believe there exists some combination of words. There must exist certain words in a certain specific order that would explain all of this, but with her I just can’t ever seem to find them. – Walt, Breaking Bad
♥ things that were long lost and are not anymore
♥ listening to Joni Mitchell in dusky light
♥ And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me
Nothing unusual, nothing’s changed
Just a little older that’s all
You know when you’ve found it,
There’s something I’ve learned
‘Cause you feel it when they take it away
♥ long drives down country roads
♥ scissortails
♥ I never feel so much myself as when I’m in a hot bath. – Sylvia Plath
♥ She had come back into his life like a sudden flame, blazing and streaming into his heart. – The Notebook
♥ I’m not a miracle and you’re not a saint
♥ visiting with friends until the early morning hours
♥ long laughter, the kind that cleanses you
♥ We do live, all of us, on many different levels, and for most artists the world of imagination is more real than the world of the kitchen sink. – Madeleine L’Engle
Oklahoma girl through-and-through. Writer, aspiring domestic goddess and totalitarian dictator. Taking on the world one carb-induced coma at a time. Co-host of Picture Shows & Petticoats. 
Elizabeth, I beg to differ on the kitchen sink quote… can’t count the number of times I’ve run to the computer or clipboard with sudsy hands to jot down the next great idea! For me, reality and imagination mingle in the strangest (or most mundane) of places.
I will accept the role of the kitchen sink as a portal into deeper places, and I do not mean the sewer system