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Okay! get ready for a R A N T (/pos)
If you want a tldr- the letter was really well written, I loved the charms, and all of it was really charming and had me all mushy and happy! Enjoy a picture of my favorite little (fourth wall knocking) paragraph in the letter as well as the charms and the pretty seal. Go get it. Thank you so much @multiversepostalservice
If you want more details, feel free to read under the cut!
So, I ordered this charming littler letter because I know this creator is an amazing writer and I really wanted to support them and try this out, and i just got it (excellent shipping times, good customer service, very well packed, all the charms were delicately packed)
I want to keep this short so I don't write an essay, but I loved it!! (I have gotten the creators permission to post this here, so no worries) I won't post a bunch of pictures of the letter (personal choice) But trust me, the questions about hobbies and interests and personal traits are super important. They're elegantly incorporated into the letter (I genuinely didn't realize at first, i though it was a really lucky guess until I remembered the little survey), and i decided to add one of my favorite bits here as well as the rock mentioned (i love my shiny rocks). Yes, the letter made me super mushy and smile like an absolute fool. The sun charms are super cute and the initials are on the other side of the larger of the two, i just have it turned due to personal choice. Both are really well made and feel sturdy. And the desert bluffs thingy (i dunno what to call it) has a magnet on the back of it.
Don't worry, all charms are packed separately and there's added padding, so your charms should be safe if you want to order it. That and the seller is really sweet and upfront about what's going on and updates. Mine arrived a lot faster than I thought it would (It took a little over two business weeks and I expected it to take over a month, because etsy). Be sure to stay polite with them and be patient, it is a work of art after all!
Do I want to order this again? Yes, I really want to. It probably will be a return letter to this one, but I'm not sure yet. I'm still debating. Was this worth it? 110%
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zerm2v0hg · 1 year
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mariah20 · 1 year
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Solitude
Avez vous déjà eu cette sensation que tout se passait mal dans votre vie? Que vous n’êtes pas du tout à votre place? Au fond vous sentez que vous méritez mieux mais vous ne savez pas quel pas faire pour vous mettre à la place qui selon vous, vous est destinés.
C’est la que débute les faux semblants les sourires d’artifices les éclats de rire qui sont des appels à l’aide Mais vous avez l’impression que personne ne vous voit comme vous l’aimeriez, personne ne perçoit le message que vous lancez à travers vos sourires faux, alors vous continuez dans l’espoir qu’une personne remarque enfin vos maux. Mais vous finissez par vous perdre vous même dans le processus sans trop savoir qui est vraiment vous :
La personne qui sourit chaque jour sans raison apparente et qui a l’air d’être heureuse ?
La personne qui une fois seule déverse son chagrin à travers des montagnes de larmes où des mots tous plus durs les uns que les autres envers sa propre personne?
La personne que tout le monde voit comme un soutient sur qui tout le monde s’appuie ?
La personne qui aide tout le monde en attendant qu’on voit quelque chose en elle qu’on trouve ce « moi » perdue qu’elle n’arrive pas à récupérer elle même.
Qui avez-vous l’impression d’être?
La solitude, le fait d’être seule dans une pièce remplit de monde,
Parfois vous avez l’impression de faire partie de ce petit groupe de gens heureux mais vous déchantez bien vite quand la réalité vous attrape car vous réalisez que vous êtes seuls complètement, c’est vide c’est noir et ça n’a aucun sens car au détour à la première difficulté vous vous rendez compte que vous étiez seuls bien avant.
Parfois vous les enviez car vous aussi vous voulez être ne serait-ce qu’une fois de votre vie heureux(se )
Je peux vous dire que la oui, ça fait un mal de chien.
Mais parfois vous vous reconstruisez pour de vrai et vous faites le choix de rester seuls car c’est mieux selon vous
parfois c’est une reconstruction factice, seulement devant les gens car une fois seuls vous rêvez qu’on vous regarde et qu’on vous dise « je vous vois ».
De quel catégorie encore une fois êtes vous?
Comme je l’ai dit ce blog est sensé refléter ce que vous êtes pour de vrai ici pas de faux semblants soyez juste vous,
Car c’est ce que j’essaie de faire pour ma propre personne
Je m’améliore sur différents points ou du moins j’essaye alors pourquoi le faire seule?
Ici, c’est pour rire, se mettre en question, discuter, conseiller, coup de coeur , crush , vos joies, vos hontes, les choses bizarre que vous avez vécus, bien évidemment je me lance la première à chaque fois Mdr je peux vous dire que j’ai un sacré répertoire d’anecdotes,bref c’est un tout si vous mettez un peu du vôtre je pourrais rallier beaucoup de gens et ça pourrait aller mieux pour beaucoup du moins j’espère !
C’est pas terrible pour un premier post mais j’étais un peu triste mdr donc à la prochaine j’espère que vous serez nombreux🤞, sinon abonnez-vous et faites moi savoir si ça vous plaît!
Nous n’avons pas été les pires ensembles devenons meilleurs ensemble!
Je me présente Maria ( enchantée🤝)
Vous me lisez depuis où ?
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grahamobrien13 · 1 year
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So I got an email from my old AO3 account from when I was younger and it brought to my attention the fact that I wrote a song fic about Drarry (Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter) and the song I chose to center it around is a Christian Pop song.
The song itself is about a kid, and in the fic, the way I used it was having Draco sing the song to their child, but still. I'm not sure how the guy that wrote the song feels about a teen girl using his song to write gay Harry Potter fanfiction would feel but I know the person who introduced the song to me would be disgusted.
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icemanzek · 1 year
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I live in an old, small apartment for my studies. My room has a ceiling fan that is controlled through a remote that controls both fan speed and lights.
For the last year, I’ve been having problems with it - my lights would turn on and off mysteriously, sometimes turning on very early in the morning. Needless to say this was distracting. We got to submit our requests to maintenance last week, and they showed up today.
Apparently, each remote has its own 4-digit code (with numbers only ranging from 1-4) that acts like a radio frequency of sorts to turn on/off the lights. And apparently, many other apartments had the same problem. It turns out we were all set on the same frequency by mistake.
For the past year, I have been fighting with strangers for not only control of MY lights, but the lights of other completely unrelated apartments.
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valenteal · 1 year
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My dad legit spent like ten minutes the other day un ironically telling me to find my inner tree and I didn’t even realize how funny that was out of context until I told my teacher today after he complimented my pants. This makes 0 sense out of context but it was all perfectly logical while it was happening.
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miracleshining · 1 year
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Random Story Time
So, I figured I would talk about how I accidentally met Pedro Pascal but didn't realize it until LOOOONG after I got home. XD In a nutshell, I was at special convention and my bestie and I noticed this AMAZING Mandalorian cosplayer with this really awesome Grogu puppet standing outside of a booth. We both politely asked if we could take our picture with him and he was super cool about it. Cue me standing next to him and he leans over and asks me how I was enjoying myself. Me: "Oh, this event has been a lot of fun!" Mental Me: "Wow, this guy is good. He sounds just like Pedro Pascal." My best friend came back from her picture and jokingly said that she thought the guy sounded a lot like Pedro Pascal and we both laughed about it. Later that day we found out he was the one standing in front of the booth and was having a ball taking photos with everyone because no one knew it was him. XD And that's how I met Pedro Pascal.
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thecagedsong · 1 year
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Me, on my way to work: Dear Heavenly Father, I have a meeting today and I really don't want to be mean or rude, but the draft they showed me was absolutely terrible and my untrustworthy emotions want to scream in rage at the sight of it. Please help me figure out a good way to express my critiques without being mean.
Me, on my way to work still, five minutes later: huh, you know, I still don't get why they tried to make us read that stupid toad book for book club in sixth grade. I don't remember anything except it talking about how people in Austrailia would go out of their way to purposefully run over giant ugly invasive species toads on the road. I guess I couldn't get into it because at the time (and now) I can't understand such a needless cruel practice and I spend every morning praying that the dogs and cats of this place stay out of the road.
Me, one more minute later, still on my way to work, remembering that I have an undergraduate degree in anthropology with a focus on diaspora and a law degree with a focus on international human rights: OOOOOOHHHHHHH! It's a metaphor. The protagonists were never one running over people, it's about dealing with people who do see life that way and are needless cruel to people (minorities) they don't like. And if I wouldn't run over a toad, or try to target a toad, why would I try to hurt a human being? Thanks God, I know how to deal with my meeting today.
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dan2078 · 1 year
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My english teacher was talking to us in the class, in my classroom there are two english groups KET Program and PET Program, she said: OK, my Kets, you’ll have to complete... and a bit after she said: OK, my- oh no 
and started laughing, all of us did too
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macawdigi · 2 months
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Siri's Tea Spill: Even #AI Recognizes Us!
Discover the amusing moment when Siri spills the tea, highlighting how even artificial intelligence recognizes human quirks. Dive into the fun anecdote now!
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cindy326 · 4 months
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Cat Zoom Call Christmas 2023
Belle Sammy Hey girl… whoa…. What’s that!? Belle My human. And a thing that makes noise. It’s making noises I don’t appreciate. It’s small but it sounds really overwhelming… Sammy I can hear! I literally jumped to a different place! Your human looks like it’s ignoring you. Belle It is, but that’s okay for now. It picked me up a while back and that’s not okay. Anyhoo, I called about…
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andean-deer · 10 months
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therez shit i obviously don’t need to share cuz it’s all my choice but i am a bisexual cowboy butch and anyone who thinks otherwise can take a boot to the crotch for fucks sake. i’ll sling a rock in your direction for spewing any bullshit.
i am a horsegirl femme and i’ll ride that horsey high til i die. what do i mean by this? it’s practically indescribable.
i sure as hell am a ponyboy toy.. don’t even ask why, i just know that is a fact. i don’t actually like to ride horses, they’re tall and heights scare me. so i ride ponies, and they got personality. THEY HAVE SPUNK!! alright? regardless if i fall from a pony i wont split my head open, so it’s also this lesser evil.
plus i think ponies represent being cute, being small, stubborn and being rowdy. they like to play ‘follow the leader’ and as an autistic person, that’s exactly what i do when i’m unsure of how to go forward. technically it works as both pony boytoy / ponyboytoy… but i prefer ponyboy + toy … its an iconic title.
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A Memory
Once, on a film set, there was a homeless woman who happened to live close by to where we were shooting. We became acquainted with her when she knocked on our trailer door. Wondering who would knock at such an hour, I opened the door, only to discover an older woman, well into her 50s, with a completely haggard appearance–her hair matted and covered in leaves, her clothes oversized and baggy, completely covered in dirt and grime, her face bare and gaunt, her body reeking putridly, her appearance was more of something from the street than that of a human. 
“Could you spare any extra food?” Her voice, despite her appearance, was surprisingly articulate and well-spoken, carrying with it a sense of confidence that did not suit her. 
I put together some snacks we had lying about and gave them to her. After this, she became much more friendly and began to talk about all sorts of things. Soon, other assistants, upon hearing the noise, also came to discover her and questioned her about all kinds of things, such as where she lived, what her life was like, and how she came to be like this. All her replies were rather surprisingly vivid but enigmatic, entertaining us with her jokes and banter. That only furthered us to ask more questions about her. It turns out that she used to be a jazz singer, though she was not a very successful one. She even gave us a slight rendition of a song she had written: 
“Oh, I find myself wandering oh so lonely, 
I walk the night lights, remembering you,
Your love, your touch, everything…” 
And while her voice was indeed beautiful and melodious, there was a grotesque and obscene quality to how she conducted herself while singing. The way she gesticulated and swayed about disgusted me. It was no wonder that she was a failed singer, despite her talent. 
When I told the Empress about such events, she replied, amused. “She sounds like an interesting person. Give her one of my old dresses.” 
And so I did the following day, telling her. “The Empress is giving you a nice gift, here is a set of clean clothes.” She thanked us profusely, though rather than changing into it, she draped it as a cape, tying it around her neck and dancing in it. She really was quite an interesting but nauseating character!
This act of kindness, though, would quickly backfire on us, as she began hanging around our trailer, much to our annoyance. And despite the new dress we gave her, she did not wear it, much to our irritation and bewilderment about what she could have done with the one we gave her. To this day I do not know what to make of her, nor what the Empress ever did see in her. Perhaps it was just her kind nature. 
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dwyntwo · 1 year
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It's hilarious how children just have no tact yet.
I work in day care and today at the end of the day, I was about to bring the 3-6 year old kids downstairs where their parents were waiting for them. I asked a group of the kids "So you guys are going home with Lisa to her birthday party, correct?"
Kid 1, looking at me like I'm stupid: "NO. We're not going HOME with her. We're celebrating her birthday at a bakery."
Kid 2 (Lisa's older brother and best friend of kid 1, visibly upset): "KID 1!!!! THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SURPRISE!!!!"
Me: "Oh don't worry, I'm sure nobody heard."
Kid 3, visibly proud: "I heard :DDD"
Lisa: "What did he hear?"
Me: "Nothi-"
Kid 3: "We're going to a bakery for your birthday!!"
Kid 2: *groans and rolls his eyes to the heavens*
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minister-chegusan · 1 year
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My family and I were watching the "Oops!...I Did It Again" music video and we were so hypnotized by Britney that we didn't hear my cousin screaming for help. This sounds like a joke but it's actually true.
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gaboespinozza-blog · 1 year
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El Bostezo
La fila es larga. Los pasajeros siguen buscando sus boletos entre las bolsas y maletas que cargan a su alrededor. El primer bostezo salió del aliento de una señora al escuchar a su marido quejarse de su equipo de fútbol. Llevaban 45 años juntos y mientras él hacía un movimiento con la cabeza, alusivo a un remate fallido del nuevo fichaje del club, ella cuestionaba cómo es que había aguantado tanto escuchar el mismo discurso en diferentes décadas. Tuvo un Déja Vú de la misma conversación cuando eran más jóvenes y se citaban en el parque para compartir palomitas, mientras que la banda del danzón afinaba los instrumentos. Al mismo tiempo que abría la boca y emitía un leve soplido, notó las canas y la calvicie pronunciada de aquel sujeto frente a ella. Aunque intentó cubrirse la boca con la parte posterior de la mano, el bostezo se expresó y fue visible a leguas de distancia.
A 10 metros, un jóven se esforzaba por parecerle atractivo a las extranjeras que subirán a su vuelo. Posaba “naturalmente” frente a ellas, cambiando de mano su equipaje, intentando que la luz proveniente de la pista le favoreciera su perfil. Sacó el celular en múltiples ocasiones, en especial cuando una de las dos, ya sea la guera o la del afro, volteaban en su dirección. Bloquear y desbloquear. Bloquear y desbloquear. Se había cansado de ver la hora pero no sabía qué otra maniobra garantizaría un “Ah, lo siento, no me di cuenta. ¿Qué? No. Vengo solo. No, ellos no son mis papás. Sí, soy de aquí, pero voy de vacaciones. ¿Ah? ¿Ustedes también? Ah claro, deberíamos vernos. ¿A quién? ¿A tu amiga? Seguro,a mi también me gusta. Dile que le invito a cenar hoy. Nos vemos.”
Seguía perdido en su pensamiento cuando un reflejo de un vehículo con maletas en la pista lo cegó. Volteó a otra parte, topándose con un bostezo gigante proveniente de una boca arrugada con labial opaco en el contorno. No lo pudo evitar e inmediatamente sintió la necesidad de abrir la boca. Poco a poco su cerebro comenzó a dar ordenes para jalar más oxígeno a los pulmones, así que apretó los labios y antes de abrir giró su vista de nuevo. Abrió grande y tendido. Pareció tener mucho sueño. La iluminación de la pista de aterrizaje parecía aluzar todos los rincones de aquella boca de león con caries. Cuando por fin cerró aquella cueva, sus ojos se cruzaron con los de la chica del afro. Intentó cerrar rápidamente y fingir ser alguien cool, pero aquella muchacha ya había tenido suficiente espectáculo.
Junto a un puesto de café, un jóven adulto veía de reojo a un adolescente hacer poses y gestos aparentando ser cool. Reía y le decía a su novia que volteara. Ella no hací caso. Está entretenida tomando fotos de los labiales que recién compró. Fenty 25. Aquellas fotos irían directo a un reservorio de imágenes inmediatas que, en unas horas, serían anticuadas.
El jóven adulto reía y reía de aquél intento fallido por impresionar. ¿Tú crees que soy cool? O ¿por qué te gusto?
No, no eres cool. Pero está bien que no seas cool. Tu eres el inteligente de la relación. Respondió ella.
Se detuvo el sorbo que estaba a punto de dar a su café. ¿Cómo que no soy cool? ¿Puedes ser más específica? Me gustan los deportes, me visto bien y voy al gym. Eso hace la gente cool ¿no?
Corrijo, cariño; te gusta ver programas de futbol, te visto bien y vas a hacer lo que te dice el instructor…
Casi al terminar la oración él bostezo llegó proveniente de aquel adolescente que ahora se había ridiculizado. El jóven adulto dejó su café en la mano derecha y con la mano izquierda comenzó a estirarse mientras bostezaba.
¡Ah! ¿Te parece aburrida mi plática? Por eso no eres cool.
Al terminar el bostezo supo que cargaría con esa conversación durante el resto del vuelo y camino a casa.
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