The world cannot bear the weightlessness of sparrows, or the confetti of our illegible addresses, the moon’s breathless ascent. The world cannot bear it. So the world makes heavy things, like airplanes and skyscrapers, like your heart. And heavy things fall down. Because the world cannot bear them either.
my name is sandra. i'm from stockholm but am currently located in paris. i like fridays, pasta carbonara, scrabble and young handsome men. besides blogging i work as a freelance writer. my first novel is coming out in april 2014.
e-mail love letters and other things to sandrabeijer at gmail.com