Who knew that the USPS delivered when you're currently at Rock Bottom? Been feeling like giving up lately, but these surprise postcards made me pick up the towel again. (Towels on the floor are just lazy and quite frankly, gross.) But thank you, friend! Makes me want to also pick up a pencil again and draw (as opposed to blinding myself Oedipus style.)
Mail is a magic form of communication and sweet, handwritten words can carve themselves into your soul.
Send me love letters, homies.
PS. Not pretty or made of Au.