Do you ever wish that letters were still our primary form of communication? I do.
We think waiting for a text is bad. Imagine waiting a month or more for a letter from your betrothed.
Picture it: Early 1800’s, Atlanta…”Mama, has the post boy come by yet?” I would call out hopefully as I bound down the stairs in my green velvet corset gown…
Yeahhh I’m nostalgic for a period of time in which I never lived.
Anyone trying to be my pen pal? I’m totes for real. Get at me.
Also, check this out. Maybe I’ll start writing letters to my celebrity crushes.
Look at him, being all Adam Scott-ish. What if he were Scottish? Imagine that.