Tag Archives: whatsandrathinks

not a morning person.

[Sorry this is long. For the record, I am a little scared to post this because I’ve recently felt attacked by some comments (though I know that was not the intention)… and I do NOT need anyone to kick me … Continue reading

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unwell. #poetry #haiku

the demons inside are ripping my soul apart leaving only shreds.   Image source unknown… it is not my own but I wish it was because it is amazing. ©2018 what sandra thinks          

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crush. #poetry

his smile makes me blush my insides turn to mush my heart beats in a rush I feel my cheeks flush he knows I have a crush   ©2018 what sandra thinks

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fake shopping.

I did a bad thing. Twice. Don’t get excited. It’s not as thrilling as it sounds. … I have second thoughts every time I spend money. I wasn’t always like this… which is probably why I’m like this now. It … Continue reading

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erased. #poetry

I wrote the words without knowing what I wanted to say and in the end I hated every one so I erased them all.   ©2018 what sandra thinks

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no fun.

I know I’m a mess. I probably bring people down and no one wants to be around someone like that. Hell, I don’t want to be around that. But of course, that being me, I don’t have a choice. But … Continue reading

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bad trip.

That title is totally misleading. In a literal sense, it would be a completely different post. And maybe someday I’ll write that post. But for now… I thought it fit for this… in a way. As you know, I’m not … Continue reading

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sunday’s beach visit. #photography

On Sunday, my daughter and I took a ride to my favorite beach in the area. Unfortunately, parking at this beach is restricted to local residents between Memorial Day and Labor Day… so I can’t visit during the summer months. … Continue reading

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