I love this kind of postcards. The ones that seem to be taken by a random visitor. The ones that show you the normal view of a city, with its people doing things they would usually do. Those kind of postcards that make you want to be there right away, to live there and be among all the other people, or to travel and ask the people who live there about their city. I can see myself there, wandering around the streets, asking some old man to tell me stories about this city that nobody has heard them before. I have the wish to go there now.
And before I forget ( we all know I would never), this huge THANKS to /u/darahjagr from RandomActsofCards, for the amazing card from Malaysia, that made me daydream about travelling again and again.
P. S: I love the reddit avatar you drew on the back.
P. P. S: I need to write down the quote you wrote me. I believe it’s worth reading it!
One of the risk of being quiet is that the other people kill your silence with their own interpretation : You’re bored. You’re depressed. You’re shy. You’re stuck up. You’re judgemental. When others can’t read us, they write their own story – not always one we choose or that’s true to who we are.
The introverts’ way