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only you. #poetry

Written in 1996. Just love me the way only you can love me. ©1996-2017 what sandra thinks

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good and bad.

How does one feel good and bad at the same time? I can’t figure it out. Either I’m doing well or I’m not. How can I be doing well and not doing well at the same time? I don’t know… … Continue reading

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old and untitled. #poetry

I found this poem in an old journal. I wrote it 21 years ago. (So, you know, when I was 8. Ahem. Stop laughing.) I cannot decide if it’s embarrassing or not. You tell me. Unless the answer is yes. … Continue reading

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song of the day. #32

The National have a new song… and it’s brilliant. I love it… “Is this The National? I like this…” — my son “This is The National?! It’s so much less mumbly and depressing than their other stuff. I like it!” — my … Continue reading

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fiction friday 64: back to you. part 10.

  back to you. part 10. [previous: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9]

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together.

Will broken be repaired while I am still here to feel together? ©2017 what sandra thinks

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the latest.

For anyone following my messed-up-brain saga… (And if you’re not, please skip this post… I find it thoroughly embarrassing that I have all these fucking issues anyway.) I saw my NP today. The last time I saw her, she made … Continue reading

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bad day.

morning: today will be a good day something will go right everything won’t go wrong I will wake up to sunshine rain will wait until tomorrow evening: today was a bad day nothing went right everything went wrong I will … Continue reading

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