#penpals of german romanticism

[sunnysafezone]

❥ WANTED: witchy penpal

Hello my dear stranger on the internet!

How long has it been? I couldnt say myself. But I hope you remember me because I think I´ve almost forgot.

As the headline might suggest, I wish for a penpal. Snail mail specifically.

The simple reason for this is, that I long for the romanticism of having a kindred soul over miles and miles away, of showing the commitment of writing letters with your bare hands and about bare life.

Obviously, I am concerned about safety as well so starting so message each other for a start feels good to me.

But who am I and what am I looking for in a penpal? Lets start there.

Who am I?

On the 16th of april, I already shared a little post about myself. So that would be a good way of getting an impression about me.

Here are the short facts:

I am 21 years old

speaking english and german

she/her

INFP hardcore

I am super passionate about the following things and obviously more that wouldnt come to my mind right now: Harry Potter, stardew valley, animal crossing, cottagecore, period dramas, history in general, indie music and lately pop as well, paranormal horror and folklore as well as witchcraft and plant medicine, popculture, the 60s and 70s especially and books. Big time books and stories to submerge myself into.

I dont want to go more into detail for now, because of ✨privacy✨.

What am I looking for?

Again, some short facts to start with:

age range: between 20 and 30 (just because I think everything else wouldnt be balanced)

any gender

any country

shared interests would be nice

I am looking for a person who is as interested in forming a long distance friendship as I am. I would love to find a soul who is just as witchy as me or better, even witchier. I would love to learn more about witchcraft, spirituality and this way of living.

But in general, lets just connect and find out if there is potential for a bond. I do believe in fate, so If your belly already tells you to message me or drop a comment, please do.

It might help to leave your age, the country you write from and something that explicitly spoke to you in this entry.

I think I have said enough for now, so lets end this entry, this request to the universe with my prompts.

my current read: "Stalking Jack the Ripper" - Karri Maniscalco (just started it, might write about it later on)

my current favorite song: OMG - Suki Waterhouse

my motivation: quite easy, spooky season and autumn arrival all the way

Thats all for today.

Thanks for reading!

Sunny

[lessthansix]

Do not look upon all this as misplaced enthusiasm. We will wend our way the stronger from this brotherly concord, and enthusiasm is the first fruit of our union. I have endeavoured to prove to you what enthusiasm can do; and therefore, you now know what our friendship is capable of. On the construction of our friendship, I have much to say either in my letters, or when we shall meet at Dresden. It must be influenced by cool philosophy, but nurtured by warm and friendly feelings. But as yet it is impossible to me to explain myself on the subject. You have induced me to draw the sketch of the noblest friendship that perhaps ever existed.

Schiller to Körner, 7 May 1785 (x)

[astridronningen]

[ KRISTINE FROSETH, TWENTY TWO, CISFEMALE ]. who just got accepted? oh, it’s just the new student [ ASTRID RØNNINGEN ]. [ SHE ] is originally from [ TRONDHEIM, NORWAY ] and they’re apparently a [ FAE ]. did you hear their focus is [ ENERGY TRANSFERENCE ] ? that’s probably how they got in. they remind me of [ WITHERED FLOWERS, GIGGLES AT INAPPROPRIATE TIMES, ROMANTICIZING EVERY ASPECT OF LIFE, A SMILE LIGHTING UP THE ENTIRE ROOM ]

STATS

Full Name: Astrid Rønnigen

Nickname(s): 

Age: 22

Hometown: Trondheim, Norway

Ethnicity: Norwegian

Species: Fae

Sexual orientation: ???

Language(s) Spoken: Norwegian, English, German, Latin

Mbti: ENFP

Enneagram: 9w1

STORY

Born to fae parents, Astrid had a pretty normal childhood except for a few small details like she could move things with her mind power. She was aware something was different with them but her parents tried their best to not to make her feel alienated in the world she was living in.

Working as a private detective, her mother was a master soul reader who used her powers to catch criminals. She was too good at her job that it eventually became their doom.

On a beautiful sunday evening, the family of 3 were on their way to home from a picnic, then a bang and everything went dark. She doesn’t have any memory of crawling out of the car to save her life. Next thing, she woke up lying in the field, instead of lush greens everything around her in a 10 meter radius was withered. She wasn’t feeling any pain. That was until she saw whatever was left of the car and found out her parents’ fate. Followed by a scream, she fell on all fours and did her thing again. She transferred the life energy around her to herself until she didn’t feel any pain, anything at all.

The police never found any evidence except for the papers in the crime scene written in latin.

After her parents’ death, her uncle, whom she never met before took her in. She stayed there with his family in the states, until she left for college.

After figuring her power out, she started abusing it, using it to eliminate any discomfort and always keeping her cheery disposition. To this day, she still doesn’t have a better coping mechanism and uses her power to avoid pain.

STUFF (??)

She wears a pendant with a protection spell in it that her parents made for her, at all times.

Ever since she left home, she is penpals with one of her childhood friends, and receives postcards of her hometown regularly.

She suspects she used her parents’ life energy to survive the car crash, but she prefers not to think about it.

You can tell she is having a bad day, by the grass she stepped on withering.

Once she almost killed an ex accidentally when she found out he was cheating on her. She ended up transferring to another school.

PLOTS

Cousins: wc

to be edited

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

71- and what was ur fave thing about each of them? and for the us, can you do states??

71: Countries you’ve visited?

United States

PennsylvaniaI love the fact that in PA, you just can’t escape the trees. The forest is everywhere. Deal with it.

New YorkI’ve only been to New York a couple of times, and each of those times was to the Big Apple. My favorite thing about NYC I think is how no one bats an eye your way. No one asks questions, and it’s kind of great. (That’s the image I got anyway).

New JerseyNew Jersey is kind of one of those layover states for me- a place that I’m only passing through to get somewhere else. But I did have the chance to stay at my roommate’s house when we were getting ready to head to Newark to fly to London. She’s the granddaughter of some really rich dude- Her house is big enough to fit my entire village in, no lie. She took us to her local mall, and I was faced with the blooming reality that there are actually people out there that can spend $3785 on a single pair of shoes and not bat an eye. She is among those. But she also now knows how to thrift shop like a boss, and I think we really balanced each other out in that end.

MarylandI’ve only driven through Maryland, sadly. But as it stands now, my favorite part is probably that it’s the state where one of my homies lives. Oh! And the Baltimore Barnes and Noble! They had a kickass train set in their children’s section, and I spent a good portion of my afternoon there. Got a full set of Shakespeare there~

VirginiaI’ve been to Virginia once in my life, and that was for my high school senior class trip. We hit up Busch Gardens (where I rode my first upside down roller coaster ever), Virginia Beach (my first time seeing the ocean, where I decided to run as far in as physically possible while wearing jeans and all my outer layers), and Norfolk (where I and my best friend hopped aboard a wedding cruise, were mistaken as wedding guests, and basically completely avoided our classmates as we danced with the wedding party and shared stories under the stars with the bridesmaids.) For Virginia- it was the memories. Good, good memories. But mostly Busch Gardens. I love the way that park is set up; each section is based off another country. Highly recommend the pretzels in their Germany, by the way. And check out the Loch Ness Monster- it goes into a tower and- Yes. Terrifying. Love it.

United Kingdom

EnglandMy beautiful, precious England. Lived in the centre of Westminster for about six months, and I had never been happier. I did get to visit a few places outside of London- Rochester, Nottingham, Sherwood, Bath, Dover, Canterbury, Stonehenge- but not as many as I would have liked. For England as a whole, I adored how easy it was to travel around the country- the public transportation there is leagues beyond anything the US could hope to find within the next decade. As for London- I feel I’m a bit more of an expert on this from living there. London- Despite being one of the bigger cities in the world, it never felt crowded? I only was overwhelmed by the size in my first week (then I explored a bit and realised it’s honestly one of the easiest cities I’ve ever had to navigate), My favorite part about England was that, no matter where I was in the country, despite being completely different soil (sometimes brick red, sometimes white chalk), it always felt like I was home. I’ve never fallen in love with a human, but the emotions I feel in regards to London- I find it’s comparible. I didn’t want to leave. I’ve been stateside for over 2 years now, and every day my heart still pangs in longing for the Belgian waffles outside Baker Street station, the roasted chestnuts that are floating around between Tate Modern and the Millenium Bridge, the annoying voice of the lady at Charing Cross always reminding you to “mind the gap,” the houseboats of the Romani in Regent’s canal, Little Venice, the way the hot cocoa from Pret a Manger is so rich that it just melts in your mouth, the peppercorn sauce from Garfunkle’s, the secret gardens in Regent’s Park, the divine massages that come with every new hair style, the salt in the air, the brilliant colours alligning the Queen’s Walk (whether you’re heading towards Southwark or Victoria), and the constant, spontaneous hailstorms that go totally vertical if you’re on Westiminster Bridge.London- London was honestly a dream come true, and as the real world creeps ever closer, I’m becoming more resigned to never having the opportunity to go there again.

ScotlandI only got to spend a couple of days in Aberdeen. We three (my roommate, her boyfriend, and myself) were going to visit Edinborough, but after comparing costs, we realised it was way cheaper to rent an apartment in the coastal city than it was to rent individual beds in the latter. We explored the coast, found a mall, saw a film, I flirted with a cop, befriended a couple of cats, discovered an abandoned castle- Scotland was the most peaceful place I have ever been. I would be entirely content with a small flat somewhere in Aberdeen- The library was very much like one in one of our coal towns, the theatre is active, the shopping district is lively, Primark of course has wonderful selections, and there is a lovely deli/cafe hidden away that makes the best homemade lollis I have ever tasted.

France

I think I would have enjoyed France a lot more if I hadn’t gone in the spring. As it was, I visited Paris (and Versailles!) during my Easter Break, and for the first two days, I was extremely disappointed. Paris itself is amazing; the food at any pop-up stand is to die for (totally recommend the Croque Monsieur served at the open-air stands in Jardins de Tuileries!), you can buy really fucking good wine at any grocery store for less than 10 quid, and there are little secret nooks and crannies you would never expect. However, the city itself smells like shit, and the homeless population is almost overwhelming. It was by far not the cleanest city I toured while in Europe, but it was definitely the… There is gold in most of the buildings, and a certain romanticism that is purely French in itself. My third day, the sun was out, and I did most of my exploration then. If you abandon the Metro, you’ll find gold (literally). You just have to… Learn to ignore the negatives and appreciate the positives. Perhaps one day I’ll return, and give her another chance. When that happens, I’ll take someone with me.

Belgium

Belgium was quiet, there were swans everywhere, I met at least four cats in each of the three cities I explored, and it’s the perfect blend of Germanic architecture and French linguistics to make my heart skip a beat. In Ypres, I found some really cool looking in-ground huts, and a giant wooden cat sculpture in the town square (all cobblestones, by the way). My afternoon was complete when I saw a tractor just roll on through the main streets like it was a normal thing. In Oostende, I was nearly blown into the sea by a squall and found the most romantic little park I’ve ever come across. In Brugge, I danced with an older gentleman playing an accordian, sampled more chocolate than should be tolerated, threw a bottle of beer at a party I wasn’t even invited to, and accidentally found a thrift store and befriended the elderly couple who managed it. I also purchased a watercolor from a local artist and his fiance, both of whom I’m still penpals with to this day. Belgium was quiet, peaceful, and perhaps the most genuinely friendly of countries I’ve wandered.

Netherlands

Another in which I went with my roomie and her boyfriend. We stayed in Amsterdam, and oooh boy there were some moments. At one store, I was mistaken for a local and had a gentleman start talking to me in Dutch. We toured the Jewish Historical Museum; it was the first time I had seen my roomie brought to tears simply by being in a room. There was a carnival in the Red Light District, and we bought a cotton candy that was bigger than our three heads combined. I loved Amsterdam because it was probably one of the most laid-back, cleanest places I have ever seen.

Italy

Spent my birthday in Rome, took a train to Venice. Rome is easily walkable, but be warned that it’s mostly cobblestones and there are a lot of hilly spots; don’t wear shoes you haven’t broken in yet, no matter how cute they are. Don’t take pictures with the guys dressed up; they’ll try to charge you about 5 quid per photo. If you’re craving pizza, there is a tiny, almost invisible pizzeria just across the road from the Spanish Steps. Buy yourself a whole pie; it’s worth the 8 quid. I liked Rome for the mere fact that it felt like a foreign city. It had distinctly contemporary aspects to it, but the orange trees, the heat, the dry air- that was all a new experience for me. I honestly wish I had been there for more than a day. As for Venice- we (my roomie’s bf and me- We scored a deal on Groupon for flights, hotes, train ride for Rome and Venice for two, and we met up with my roomie in Venice with her folks, who had taken her to Florence and Naples) splurged on 1 euro gelato, the best damn apples I have ever found, really bad films- That was just the first night. Our train ride had us sitting across two glorious lads from Brighton- I don’t think they actually had any luggage; their sacks were filled with at least five bottles of wine and half the breakfast buffet. The second day in Venice, we toured the city, moved from our hotel to a private apartment that my roomie’s parents rented, and I discovered the joys of premade toast with nutella, Italian bridal showers, and befriending the local fishermen. The food, the culture, the drinks- well, the wine. I will never do limoncello again in this lifetime. The absynthe in Paris was leagues better, and that’s saying something.- Venice is- There’s something almost mystical about the place. The water trickles all around you, and the wind whispers in old dusty walls. It’s a complete maze, and some corners you turn into have no ending, no life. And’s almost completely walking, which only adds to the whimsy. I- Venice was magical, and I hope I can return to explore on my own before she succumbs to the sea.

Vatican City

Stopped by while in Rome, and I was super disappointed by the hellishly long queue waiting to go into the Chapel. My traveling buddy and I instead opted to explore the mini city within the tiny nation. We found the ATM that has Latin as an option, and played a small round of catch with a young Swiss boy who was there with his grandparents. I feel bad as I don’t really have much feedback on Vatican City, but I can say at least the exterior architecture is ace.

Spain

Oh Spain. Where to begin? Barcelona houses the best gelato out of all the cities I toured (with a small exception to the Gelati Leche I found in Rome, but it still dominates in Vanilla and Chocolate.) The beach is wonderful, the waters were so blue it was almost like looking at the sky again. Our Irish buddy was with us, and it was the first time someone taunted me enough to swim out into the sea deep enough that I could no longer touch the bottom. Again, I always underestimate how much I like being in water, so I didn’t pack a change of clothes that first day. We did do some exploring and some shopping, but the best part after the hours spent on the beach was finding an Italian restaurant that was playing Spice Girls’ music videos in the background, while the owners spoke in French. Spain was the last trip I did while abroad, and the flight home was to Finals Week, and my last week in London. Our flight home brought with it the sunrise over France, knowledge that I was coming to a new chapter of my life, one I still haven’t written yet. But the greatest and most transformative moment came after we had returned.Traffic was fucking shite man. I didn’t get back to school until about halfway through my one history final, so late that I didn’t even go to my room. I hauled ass in with my big backpack, my notes in my free hand, panic written on my face, desperation in my words. Unofrtunately, the professor could not by contract allow me to take the exam. However, in a private meeting later, he asked me to confide what grade I needed to earn full credits back in the States. On account of my earlier performance, he gave me the grade, assured me that I “would have gotten an A anyway; I know you know your history,” and only gave me a brief chiding on poorly timed scheduling.Somehow though, I didn’t mind. I should have been more upset about missing an exam- a Final, no less!- but in comparison to everything I had done that weekend-Spain taught me that sometimes in life, there will be conflicting paths. Both will give you an opportunity, but it’s up to you to decide which one to take. I chose the path that gave me more stories to tell, gave me memories of soft sand and amazing french fries and complimenting strangers over breakfast, gave me a hat and a hand-painted fan that I couldn’t have found anywhere else. I chose to follow my heart, and while I may not have gained the A I wanted for that module, I earned something that can never be replaced.Spain taught me that life is short, and while there are goals you will want to reach, don’t push aside those chances to live a little.In The EndI miss traveling. I want to see more of the US, I want to visit friends and family in Ukraine, Phillipines, Louisiana, Madagascar, Russia, Germany, and Brazil. But for now, I’m here. For now, I’m bettering myself in the small ways. The world is so much bigger and far more wonderful than you could even begin to imagine. I may never see Nepal or Alaska, I might never get a chance to explore the Amazon or wander Kenya. But what I can do is keep collecting each memory, every moment, keep it all close to my heart. Because those little moments?

Those are what make the adventure truly amazing.