all I truly want is mutuals who would exchange letters no matter how far from around the world. wax seals and ink pens. pressed flowers and the scent of a parfum/cologne. a coffee stain, a drawing. write to me your greatest hopes and dreams. describe the way the earth smells around you. the wildlife, the weather. tell me everything, don’t leave a thing out. i’d love to know your life, your beginnings and your ends.