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This postcard was made from fingertips, and I love the art. I also want to have a panda in my home. So many random thoughts, but why not? 😀
Thanks to Reddit , to Random Acts of Cards, to /u/ljsweenes, I received this adorable postcard from the USA.
Thank you Ljsweenes, for making me want to have a panda as a pet. Ah, and I just stopped begging for a tiger…
I got a postcard from the Netherlands.
I can’t explain how much I love postcrossing.
Petra sends me warm greetings from Friesland. She also loves to travel, just like I do.
And she loves Disneyland. I’ve never been to a Disneyland, but I’m sure it’s an unforgettable experience.
Thank you Petra! <3
My boyfriend sends me postcards. But these two were special because of two reasons:
The postcards are not regular postcards. They are thicker than usual, and it makes them so special for me. My guy even wrote on the postcards, that we’re going to print our postcards on paper like this, so it will be high quality. This card is from Ankara, the statue of Zafer Aniti. I love it so much! It is special and precious to me, but I have to admit, I do love the other postcard more.
I looked at this postcard after I read the first one. And I thought: aww this one is from Istanbul. From Kiz Kulesi (Mainden’s Tower). And I turned to see the back, and to see what my baby wrote for me. But, I saw someone else’s handwriting.It was his mums. Baby, she has a better handwriting than you do hehe 🙂 She said a lot about Kiz Kulesi. She explained how it’s in Instanbul in the middle of the Marmara sea and you can see it from both the European and Asian side of the city. There is a restaurant on the first floor and a cafe on the second. I really love my boyfriend’s mum.
Hello guys! These cards are from my friend from Reddit – Shatte from Russia, and those are one of my favorite ones, because they are handmade, and yes, I love them so much!
You’ve seen Deadpool, haven’t you? Well, I haven’t, and maybe I’m missing a lot. You never know. But I got this card from Shatte that is connected to Eat, Pray, Love too, and trust me, I’d never even figure that out if you didn’t tell me on the back side of the card. (I’m a blonde. )
Then, there is this card too, again from Shatte. I have to be honest, the songs you write about in the card weren’t familiar to me, but after I heard them, awwh maaan, it all made sense. Now I know why it hurts so much when you hear it! It hurts me too, even physical, just like you said!
In the end, I do want to thank you for sending me those card. And also for telling me that you’re happy to send them, because I make good thank you posts. You only forget one thing – if it wasn’t for SPECIAL PEOPLE like you are, there would be no posts at all. 🙂
Yes. It is true. It’s all true.
I am half agony, half hope.
I am one of those complicated people. The ones that are so twisted, that make you wonder why you still talk to them. I am one of the girls that make you regret meeting me at the first place, and then again, feeling like you’re the luckiest person on Earth because of having me in your life.
I lied, you know.I lied a lot. I lied about small stuff. And I lied about big ones. I lied, not because I didn’t care, but because I’m like that, complicated, broken, can’t be fixed. I lied to you about things you’d never even care about, but not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t help it. I didn’t just lied to you. I lied to all the people that surrounded me. I wanted to be accepted, and I had to fit, you know. And different people demand different lies. I wasn’t sure if they’d accept me for me. For who I was. Half agony…
For who I am…
I am also half hope.
After I met you, that is.
When I realized what you mean to me. I don’t lie now. Not you.Never. I couldn’t do that again. Can’t bear with your eyes full of tears and disappointment. Can’t bear with you telling me how I don’t deserve to have a child. Can’t see how sad I make you, when I know you love me for who I am. And for who I was.
I don’t even care for the others now, baby. Because you knew me. When I was half agony, and when I was half hope. And you loved me, every step of my way. Of our way. I don’t want to lie anymore. You know I don’t want that. And you know there’s hope.
There is hope for me. For you. For both of us.
Always.
(Thank you /u/ljsweenes, for the lovely card with the Jane Austin’s quote: “I am half agony, half hope.” that inspired me to write this short story.)
