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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.

weirdo.

I always wanted to be Jane Lane from Daria. I’ve been tagged by my new friend A.C. Melody for ‘Weird Questions.‘ I haven’t really answered questions like these since I sort of ‘quit‘ blog awards, but since I’m pretty weird, this … Continue reading →

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run away.

My imagination Slips into darkness I begin to wonder When you hold me Are you thinking Of me or another? Do you want To run away Or stay forever? When I shake Those thoughts I begin to wonder As I … Continue reading →

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weekly perk. #17

The cliché (shoot me now) is “it’s the little things that count.” I hate clichés. They are just… drivel. They make the deliverer of said cliché feel like they’re helpful while their only accomplishment is making the recipient want to … Continue reading →

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fiction friday 26: secret admirer. part 4.

Hello lovely readers. This is part 4 of secret admirer. ♥ [Previously posted: part 1, part 2 and part 3]

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the inside.

“You keep a lot of secrets And I keep none Wish I could go back And keep some” . . . . Fireproof / The National I tell you everything I’m an open book But your words are few So … Continue reading →

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paris.

The delicious aroma of the freshly baked croissants wafted through the near-empty café. I knew I should leave but I didn’t want to be alone in my flat. I’d been away for months and I missed him. My time in … Continue reading →

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questions.

How can you be angry that I don’t trust you when everything you say turns out to be a lie? Don’t you know when you tell every girl she is the only one for you, you are telling all of … Continue reading →

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maybe.

Maybe I don’t want to ask Or maybe I ask too much Like those times I tell you I wish you could Read my mind So I never Have to ask again For anything But that is crazy Right? Maybe … Continue reading →

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