Pikachu & The Adorable Postcard

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Pika Pika!

Guys, I received Pikachu and this amazing postcard!

Thanks to reddit, to /r/RandomActsofCards and to /u/big_blue_blanket2.

You are amazing!

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Los Angeles Times – Postcard

Hello guys.

I am so, so, so sorry that I was away for a while. Maybe you missed me. Maybe not. Who knows.

While I was away I received not so many postcards honestly, but that is all because I am moving to England next week, and I wanted to have some two weeks time brake, so the postcards wouldn’t come to the Macedonian address, but go there, to the English one.

This is what I got while I was away. Well, this is just one of them, hehe 🙂

It’s from the USA. Peter (/u/Devee) sent it to me, as a thank you for my Tinkerbell postcard . I love this dinosaur card though. It is amazing. It is a photo by Ricardo DeAratanha, who is a photographer at Los Angeles Times. It is called Dinny, and it’s a 150-foot-long Apatosaurus, at Cabazon Dinosaurs.

Peter, thank you so much!

Ina ❤

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The Scary Story Behind the Sleepy Hollow, New York

Do you like scary horror stories? You are just on the right place, because I have one for you.

One of the many reasons why I love Reddit and why I love /r/RandomActsofCards. Thanks to /u/ljsweenes , I got a postcard from the USA, New York. I love those kind of postcards that hide a story inside them, and I love writing about it. It makes me fulfilled and happy. It definitely makes my day.

It’s not a simple postcard… This one is very scary!

And this is the story:

The story of the Sleepy Hollow is that some school teacher, called Ichabod Crane, is being chased by the :Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow”, thought to be Brom Bones, the town bully. Legend tells of the Headless Horseman riding every midnight, carrying a flaming pumpkin and sword. He would look for victims walking and cut off their heads. The only way to escape his attacks was to cross the old bridge, past the Old Dutch Church, at the edge of town.

 

Do you know a scary story you want to share from your town? We’d all want to hear it! 😀

 

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Panda Postcard – The Most Adorable Animal

The most adorable animal in the world – the panda.

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…

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Panda Postcard – The Most Adorable Animal

I am half agony, half hope.

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.)

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Thank you /u/ljsweenes

Have You Been To North Dakota?

Today, I received a card, and I spent some time looking at this house. It is just perfect. I wish I could visit it, and I regret not travelling to North Dakota. When I have the chance, I’ll definitely go, and I’ll try to find this house!

I am sad though, because I don’t know who sent me this card. It is from Reddit, but it just haunts me.

Well, whoever you are out there, I hope you’ll see this post and read how thankful I am for receiving this card. It made me wonder who lived in this house, and if there are any people inside, living, even though to me it looks deserted and abandoned.

I just hope you’ll see how much I appreciate your card.

THANK YOU

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