#SnailMail

[eternelle-chenille]

Envoyées en août 2024 🩹

[belovedapollo]

outgoing letters to penpals 💌 reblog is ok, don’t repost/use

[stampsshow]

FR-1714407

[travelinginenvelope]

June 3rd 2024

Outgoing letter to my penpal from France, super proud of this one!

[gaaneden]

Thank you.

It's over and done. "Dear Penpal, Belgium 1980" earned $8000 and hit 2 stretch goals. Thank you everyone. So much. I appreciate each and every one of you.

[katakiosk]

Hey everyone! I'm excited to announce that I'm relaunching this Tumblr account and will be sharing more of art prints, cards, and stationery from Kata Kiosk.

[novashelby]

I would like to share a hobby of mine with you

***None of the letters above are my own

*Not my photo ------> If you are writing first, I would stick to 2-3 pages. Tell them the most important/interesting things about you. Also, it is important to ask questions as well.

*I do not own this image

---------> Extras are not mandatory. Pen paling strictly means pen friend. Meaning, the letter you write. However, you can add fun extras. I would actually stick away from seeds(environmental regulations) and perfume(allergies).

How to find a pen pal? There are many different sites and groups where you can find pen pals. I have been pen paling for almost 15 years! I have a box of letters from all around the world. Some people I still talk to and unfortunately some are only fond memories. However, I occasionally look back on them and smile.

Here are some great sites: Global Penfriends-This site does a wonderful job in limiting sketchy people/scamming. However, you are only allowed one message every 12 hours. That being said, if you have it to spare, for $15 dollars you can get 10 snail mail credits. :) So, you can search through your filters and pick 10 people to write to and you just send them a letter.

Students of the World-Very 90's like, but I find it to be a very safe option for younger people. Great if you are learning French as it is French owned.

Pen Pal World-Also great at limiting scammers and fakes. Though you are only allowed 5 messages every so many hours.

Hi!Pen Pal-Also a bit glitchy, but since it is Korean owned(I think) it is great for finding pen pals from Asia!

There are groups on Facebook as well: Worldwide Snail Mail Pen Pals Snail Mail Worldwide Pen Pals Ladies Only

*I would personally stay away from Interpals. I have found good friends on there, but I have also been stalked/harassed.

[t0asty-mail]

New Wax Seals!

I got Wangxian Wax Seals!

[tofublock]

The start of a blooming friendship 🐸

It is August, which means a new postcard will be arriving in your mail this month on patreon! This print along with exclusive behind the scenes content is for my snail mail tier 💖

[chronicallykiki]

Having so many talented creators in the Final Fantasy XIV community is a blessing beyond measure.

Thank you for these absolute gems, Affettuoso. 💖

[ranmaru-kageyama]

0203 pair pls? 🔥🔥

let's reload the warmth ❤️‍🩹

[eternelle-chenille]

Février 2023 📮

[belovedapollo]

photo dump from my notion 📝 reblog is ok, don’t repost/use

[stampsshow]

So cute!!

[travelinginenvelope]

June 6th 2024

Recent incoming from my penpal Beatriz (@beatrizjournal) whom I've met here. I'm so thankful to be the receiver of this cute letter and I'm very excited to reply although it'll take a long time.

[penpalking]

31 July, 2024

I woke this morning, with a strong desire to saunter through the woods. The morning was still, not a sound caressed my ear drum. I looked around, nonplussed. The curtains drawn, my room fully veiled in black. What, pray, had woken me? I glanced around once more, not able to put two and two together. But then it hit me. It was a feeling, deep within my soul. It was as if an old friend had rung me up, and had impressed upon me a desire to spend much needed time together. I felt the call, the longing - and I knew I must answer.

Bracing myself against the cold, I quickly got dressed. One leg, two legs. One arm, two. On my way out of my room, I picked up un ami - my trusty knit cap. I had a feeling it would be needed. Making my way across the landing, I chanced a gaze outside through a slightly frosted window. I had to catch my breath. Lo and behold, yonder - thick mists embroiled & wrapped around the grey trunks of the tall wooden soldiers standing guard at the edge of the clearing. Their branches wholly still, outstretched, enveloped in thick fog. My, what a majestic and magical sight it was!

I skipped down the stairs, ran to the coat rack, threw on my wintery coat, my wintery boots - I was out the door.

The grass was lightly frosted, crunching amicably underfoot. I took in a deep breath and soon felt the long fingers of winter reaching through my nostrils, down my throat, and into my very lungs. It's grip was strong, but not wholly smarting. A few tears formed at the edges of my sight, a side-effect of this wintry weather.

I made my way down an icy path 'tween the trees, a quiet hush lay over the woods. Winter had cast it's frosty magic - not a tweet, not a hoot, not a single patter of paws - all sat (or slept) in silence, wholly under it's spell. The Ice King ruled supreme with a permafrost hand - the flora and fauna knew it. Every being, plant, and forest sprite, lay in waiting, submitting to the potency and might of that glazed ruler.

I walked in reverence, aye, but tried not to let it weaken my step. Strong and courageous I strutted, under the bent arms of the Ice King's soldiers. Green moss flecked with brown peeped out occasionally from under the foliage, and I found my gaze casting about for the sight of chanterelles and other burgeoning shrooms. The air was thick with the living world, crisp and strong and filled with sweet and melancholic aromas. Ah, to feel young again - each breath rejuvenating, restoring, and revitalizing one's countenance.

It was as if the very Fountain of Youth was sprinkled into the mists - little drops cast about by swirling vapours, entering the lungs, the pores, one's very being. Mating with one's skin, cells, core.

As I walked further further into the bosom of these dense woods, I felt myself coming closer and closer to the truth. Each step an increase in veracity, rightness - as if the world was becoming more and more real and authentic, the further I ambled along. The very heart of truth beats deep within those woodlands, and I consider myself a lucky fellow indeed, to get to venture so close to something so ethereal. I almost feel it coursing through my veins, each step a beat of the heart. Pumping me full of candor, revelation, viability.

I get lost among the tree trunks, I really do. Not directionally, no. But spiritually, mentally, emotionally. I lose myself to the majesty of nature, of the beauty that surrounds me. Of the peace that comes with distancing oneself from other human beings.

It's a simple thing, really, a walk in the woods. But there's nothing simple about the profound impact and change it has upon one's thoughts, feelings, and general mind set.

There is beauty in the little things. If only you'd take the time to see.