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my favorite word. #socs

This week’s prompt for ‘Stream of Consciousness Saturday‘ (no editing, etc…) is my favorite word. I know it’s already Sunday for many… it’s 1:30am here. But whatever. [If you are easily offended or don’t like foul language, you may want … Continue reading

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oh no… it’s almost here.

I can’t remember when the tides turned. It used to be fun. I used to look forward to it. Now, it just fills me with dread and disappointment. Yeah, that’s right. I’ll be turning 29 again soon…. in 9 days… … Continue reading

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blogging boredom.

I’m bored with my blog. Are you bored with my blog? I am. I had recently been tossing around the idea of upgrading my site (you know, a cheap paid plan), but I’m not sure it makes sense since I … Continue reading

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the biggest mistake. #poetry

The day I finally let you kiss me was the day I made the biggest mistake of my life. • • • ©2018 what sandra thinks          

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feeling it. revisited.

I can’t remember how I got there, but I found myself reading a very old post of mine the other day. It was something I posted during my second month blogging. I wrote it after I came across something I’d … Continue reading

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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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