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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.

fiction friday 48: a walk in the city. (take 2)

This is a repost from September 2015. A modified scene from a longer [unfinished] story I wrote when I was in high school. “You’re blushing.” “I am not.” “Yes… you are…” He stopped suddenly, almost causing a pile-up of pedestrians … Continue reading →

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the night.

And when the night comes And the moon fights the sun And the stars battle clouds And the demons kill sleep And the chaos destroys peace I will dream of The night without pain The night tranquil and still The … Continue reading →

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believe.

Stop torturing me. I’m not supposed to believe I deserve this pain. ©2016 what sandra thinks artwork by Hajin Bae  

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song of the day. #12

You know how people say you should listen to uplifting music when you’re down… when you’re having a terrible day? That doesn’t work for me. It’s kind of like perky people. I want to kick the uplifting music in the … Continue reading →

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french toast.

I heard that today is #NationalFrenchToastDay. You don’t have to tell me twice. Yum. I have no recipe… yet it turns out delicious every time. Definitely brown sugar, not white. And don’t forget the cinnamon. I’ve got to hide the evidence … Continue reading →

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let me go.

If you can’t climb with me let me go Stop dragging me down to the very place I hope to leave behind If you can’t hear me let me go I’m tired of screaming when you only hear words you … Continue reading →

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…hopefully.

Note: This post mentions suicide – I don’t know the proper protocol for this… but I believe I’m supposed to warn of topics of this nature so readers can stop now should they so choose. When I was 15 years … Continue reading →

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fiction friday 47: when she knew. (take 2)

This is a repost from last November. I don’t think any of my current ‘regulars’ have read this one… A modified scene from a much longer story I wrote when I was 20. (Just a few years ago…) “When did … Continue reading →

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