guestbook · postal office
you step into a tiny post office tucked somewhere between the internet and a dream. the postmistress accepts only handwritten feelings and slightly dramatic thoughts.
leave a note below in spirit — the “form” is pretend, but the sentiment is real ♡
how it works
pretend you’re filling out a postcard to me. what would you write if this were snail mail?
today’s office mood
ink-stained fingertips, coffee gone cold, a little hopeful, a little sleepy.
postcard to scott
(this isn’t a real form, just a pretend one for the vibe.)
name
your alias, nickname, or whatever you like
return address
link, handle, or “somewhere out there”
message
tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re listening to, or a tiny secret
stamp
describe the stamp on your postcard (fox? angel? odd little car?)
required fields: name, message, stamp. postage handled by dreams + html.
archived messages (imagined)
you remind me of a mixtape I found in a thrift store that somehow knew exactly how I felt at 15.
reading your site makes me feel less alone on the weird little planet we share.
all letters safely delivered to the boy with too many playlists and not enough sleep.