Tag Archives: writing

as heard in my living room.

Posted on 14 August 2016 by what sandra thinks

Take One the girl (showing me a LEGO structure): This is the entry to my house. me (noticing interesting pieces): Why is there dude in a suit and a chain across the hall? the girl: He’s the butler. [She lifts a … Continue reading →

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the kiss.

Posted on 14 August 2016 by what sandra thinks

Give me the kiss that steals my breath swells my heart knots my stomach trembles my hands tingles my sweet center and curls my toes [Guess my inspiration?] © what sandra thinks

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contradiction.

Posted on 13 August 2016 by what sandra thinks

Living the best day One of the worst  On top of the world I am in hell Every game won All is lost Motives powerful Drowning in weakness Soaring, flying high above Falling to the ground Under bright sunshine Hiding … Continue reading →

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fiction friday 36: secret admirer. part 14.

Posted on 12 August 2016 by what sandra thinks

This is part 14 of secret admirer. ♥ [Previously posted: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13]

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too hot.

Posted on 11 August 2016 by what sandra thinks

Seriously… feels 101°? I may actually be in hell! So, hey, anyone want to come visit me? It’s totally sunny and shit.  

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her eyes.

Posted on 11 August 2016 by what sandra thinks

Her eyes see right through you But yours can only stare at her delicious mouth © what sandra thinks Image source: unknown | Image manipulation: myself

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the truth is…

Posted on 11 August 2016 by what sandra thinks

The truth is… I’ve been hiding again. The truth is… I don’t know if posting this is a good idea. (Oh, hell, I’m sure it’s not. But apparently, I’m an idiot.) The truth is… sometimes talking about certain things make … Continue reading →

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ink.

Posted on 10 August 2016 by what sandra thinks

the sky black as the ink on the pages I write no moon no glowing stars tonight why is it every time you are away the nights appear darkest? the fates should know by now the chilling darkness frightens me … Continue reading →

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