The stamps stuck to my sticky fingers. I flailed my hands in a futile attempt to remove the little sticky demons, but they refused to budge, as stubborn as an ox or donkey. Frowning, I looked at my letter forlornly.
Melinda
I remember the days when we had to write all our letters by hand. That was how you showed someone they had a permanent place in your life. They were worth time, paper, ink. They were worth thinking about thoughts before writing them down, and meaning what was said enough to have it stay forever. I remember the days when we had to walk to the post office to hand deliver them, and when we had to lick stamps until our tongues were dry from the glue. I remember when messages meant something, and longing was tangible.
imprinted in their memories forever were the stamps of yesterday.
slashed, empty, zippers, mice. some of them made from cloth, others simply an image in the mind.
they wandered back to the pond to take a drink one last time.
mmc
Stamps are sweet, and occasionally salty; sweet in the sense that there’s a distinct stamp taste that one experiences upon licking a stamp, and salty after that lick results in a tongue cut and you taste your own blood. I guess theoretica
Cat
Imagine everything a stamp has seen after it has reached its destination. Probably more than I ever will, and it can’t even blog about it.
Stamps always have a way of finding their way back to me. When I’m least expecting one, they turn up on the kitchen counter or on my desk. They connect me to people I would otherwise never talk to, old friends, family, random pen pals whom I have no intention of meeting in real life. They are a way for me to actually feel the places someone’s fingertips have been against a sheet of the reply letter
Fin
He used stamps to send her letters through the mail. She liked getting letters in the mail, because she could see how he shaped his words. And there was always something to be said for that; for the judge of quality based on raw formation of vowels and consonants. There was something sort of beautiful about it.
Dani
Lots of people collect them. They have faces of many famous people on them. They continue to go up in price because of the economy and the post office is afraid of going out of business. They are self-adhesive or sometimes you have to lick them to get them to stick. I have stamps with the face of Elvis Presley on them that my mother had saved.
KittyHenson
Sometimes, I look to see if I qualify for food stamps. Unfortunately, I’m always making just slightly too much money.
sleepless in seattle, something about rosie o donnel collecting stamps tramps automobiles i don’t know stamps envelopes
annie
i think stamps are a little strange. seriously? why do people collect them? they’re just bits of postage…..and have no real value. in my opinion i suppose. but seriously? they’re only used to send letters no one sends anymore. why? because we invented email. and that’s tragic because i love receving snail mail. pardon my spelling, i am typing quickly.
Aerica
I can’t say that I really like stamps. I have never really ever collected them, and honestly I never really saw the point. I did one time go and get Star Wars stamps, I still have them but it was more a geek thing with Star Wars than the stamps themselves. My Granny collected stamps. My sister wants her collection, if you can call it that.
Lexie
I knew she was pissed by her stamps and stomps, not to mention her stammering inability to produce a coherent sentence. I thought about telling her it was all a joke, but I couldn’t. Not yet. It would only make matters worse. And by the looks of things, it was already bad enough. I would wait to tell her that I hadn’t forgotten about Valentine’s Day and that our reservations were only waiting on us.
Doug McIntire
She licked the envilope, and pressed it down against itself, She gently pressed the two stamps on the front.
“i hope it goes through” she said tenderly to herself, and pushed the letter into the post box, hoping her sweetheart in Iraq would get it in time for christmass
Stamps go on letters. Letters to people. Love letters perhaps, the kind that you pour out your heart in, convincing them people that you’re still here, just waiting. A letter with a stamp for validity like my need for you.
Sally Bell
I’m not a big fan of sending letters out, so I don’t have much of a reason to have stamps. Every once in a while however, if I do send something out to friends or family for an event like a birthday or a holiday, it’s nice to use those unique stamps that they have out, like the ones for the Fire Service for example, or National Parks, or Warner Brothers.
Erich
Could I stamp today
send it to you
Look it over, maybe you’d read something between the lines
I’m busy trying to talk
but life never did want to fit my words
maybe tomorrow.
Stamps. Everywhere. He had never seen so many stamps in his life! There were stamps on the walls, stamps on the tables, on the chairs, on the kitchen knives, the medicine bottles, the curtains, the inside of keyholes!
postage i love to send letters i like to send letters to m friend lynette who lives in oregon. she like my letters. we used to write notes to the postman on the outside of the envelope and put a check box for them to check if they did.
Meghan
stamps make me think of mail. and i love to get mail and I love to send mail. who doesn’t love to get mail? seriously, that’s how you can brighten my day for SURE! I love mail. it’s just a wonderful way to communicate. I wish more people sent mail, it’s just wonderful to me :)
Kara
She lent over the counter, snatching the stamps from the sales person’s hand. “No need to be so snitchy” he yelled across the counter. “Fuck off” she replied. “Nice one” said a young man in the queue beside her. “You can fuck off too” she screamed in his direction.
Freya
Stamps make me think of collections. It always has. I don’t know why. We always talk about stamps being grouped in collections. This reminds me that I have a letter to mail.
Stamps. They’re funny little buggers, aren’t they? You lick them and you stick them on envelopes. Kind of like EZ-passes, but for mail. When I was little, I never really got the point of stamps. I mean, what’s the point? They cost money, and we are just sending them away? Now I know what they are for, but even back then I always thought that they were pretty. The colorful ones anyway.
K
ONE WOOOORD! I HAVE BUT ONE WOOOOORD! ONE WORDDDD, ONLY FOR YOUUUUU!!!!! ONE HEART, TENDERLY BEATING, ONLY FOR YOUUUUUU!!!!! Um. yeah. and that has been my randomness for the day. The end.
she writes them a thousand letters. letters that will never be sent. letters that will never receive that stamp. letters that will never carry her words to them, letters that will free her. she will carry them with her, always. they can never know the truth. she loves them more than life itself. it kills her, but she cannot stop. she cannot stop loving and she cannot stop writing. note to self: buy stamps.
anjali
she writes them a thousand letters. letters that will never be sent. letters that will never receive that stamp. letters that will never carry her words to them, letters that will free her. she will carry them with her, always. they can never know the truth. she loves them more than life itself.
anjali
Collecting.
Packing stuff away only to look at it occasionally and reminisce.
Such is the way of an american.
stamping, stamping, stamping. she’s stamping her love in her heart, in her mind, in her soul, wishing, wishing, wishing. forever remembering. love comes in threes, threes threes. if only her heart and mind can get along. stamping her smiles and her true wishes.
oneword, i have but oneword. oneword, ONLY FOR YOUUUUUUU
RMG
I love getting mail. I always hope there will be something for me when I trek down my driveway and pick up my family’s mail. I stand there at the mailbox, holding my breath as I flip through the envelopes looking for my name. I don’t know why. I never write letters to anyone, so why should I expect them to write letters for me? I know I’m not the only one who is a hypocrite in this way. No wonder nothing ever gets done nowadays.
Stamp collectors = lame. I once tried to collect things like stamps (but not stamps). I collected circles. It ended up being like a collection of 5 things. But I loved them. Recently, my mother made me throw them away. I feel like a hoarder because I was secretly screaming inside.
I watched her as she stamped the orange smiley face on her paper. I grabbed the stamp back, giving her a stern look, reminding her that it was mine, not hers. I wiped the sticky essence her hand left off of the stamp and sighed.
“Val, can’t you wash your hands once in a while?” I laughed, not even being able to stay annoyed at her. My little sister was everything to me.
Stamps are priceless. You send a letter to your lover, and you use a stamp. You send a letter to your stubborn mother, you use two stamps. They help you connect to what you’re missing, or maybe even not missing. All i know is that they’ve been forgotten after so many years of service. Be right back, i think im going to go write a letter….
I wish that all envelopes came pre-stamped from now on. Who actually needs envelopes without stamps anymore? Pre-stamped envelopes would save a great deal of paper, and therefore, trees. Not that I’m big into saving the forest. Just saying it makes sense for everyone involved.
Patrick
i used to collect stamps when i was little. i’d send in for those offers on the backs of match books: 50 stamps for 1.99. They were probably worthless but they were from faroff places so I loved them.
amanda
i’ve always wanted to collect stamps. i think they’re a little expensive. who uses them anymore? snail mail is so out…electronic mail and anything on the internet is more popular now. i think they have some really cool stamps out there like of people and animals and stuff. i dont know, i dont like this topic.
gina
letters cross over to mail stores covered in stamps, all different types like people. color ful and beautiful in each way of life,
theBgirl
Stamps are everywhere, and all our lives revoleve around ehtem.. However they may be changing since e-mail and commmunication methods are revolutionizint tthe way bwe connect with others. The stamp may be losing importanced.
dfauque
Stamps. Yellow. Blue.
Sticky from my saliva
I put them on letters to you
They never get there
Why wont you read them?
I love you
Just as stamps love envelopes
Stamps. Yellow. Blue
The stamps stuck to my sticky fingers. I flailed my hands in a futile attempt to remove the little sticky demons, but they refused to budge, as stubborn as an ox or donkey. Frowning, I looked at my letter forlornly.
I remember the days when we had to write all our letters by hand. That was how you showed someone they had a permanent place in your life. They were worth time, paper, ink. They were worth thinking about thoughts before writing them down, and meaning what was said enough to have it stay forever. I remember the days when we had to walk to the post office to hand deliver them, and when we had to lick stamps until our tongues were dry from the glue. I remember when messages meant something, and longing was tangible.
imprinted in their memories forever were the stamps of yesterday.
slashed, empty, zippers, mice. some of them made from cloth, others simply an image in the mind.
they wandered back to the pond to take a drink one last time.
Stamps are sweet, and occasionally salty; sweet in the sense that there’s a distinct stamp taste that one experiences upon licking a stamp, and salty after that lick results in a tongue cut and you taste your own blood. I guess theoretica
Imagine everything a stamp has seen after it has reached its destination. Probably more than I ever will, and it can’t even blog about it.
Stamps always have a way of finding their way back to me. When I’m least expecting one, they turn up on the kitchen counter or on my desk. They connect me to people I would otherwise never talk to, old friends, family, random pen pals whom I have no intention of meeting in real life. They are a way for me to actually feel the places someone’s fingertips have been against a sheet of the reply letter
He used stamps to send her letters through the mail. She liked getting letters in the mail, because she could see how he shaped his words. And there was always something to be said for that; for the judge of quality based on raw formation of vowels and consonants. There was something sort of beautiful about it.
Lots of people collect them. They have faces of many famous people on them. They continue to go up in price because of the economy and the post office is afraid of going out of business. They are self-adhesive or sometimes you have to lick them to get them to stick. I have stamps with the face of Elvis Presley on them that my mother had saved.
Sometimes, I look to see if I qualify for food stamps. Unfortunately, I’m always making just slightly too much money.
sleepless in seattle, something about rosie o donnel collecting stamps tramps automobiles i don’t know stamps envelopes
i think stamps are a little strange. seriously? why do people collect them? they’re just bits of postage…..and have no real value. in my opinion i suppose. but seriously? they’re only used to send letters no one sends anymore. why? because we invented email. and that’s tragic because i love receving snail mail. pardon my spelling, i am typing quickly.
I can’t say that I really like stamps. I have never really ever collected them, and honestly I never really saw the point. I did one time go and get Star Wars stamps, I still have them but it was more a geek thing with Star Wars than the stamps themselves. My Granny collected stamps. My sister wants her collection, if you can call it that.
I knew she was pissed by her stamps and stomps, not to mention her stammering inability to produce a coherent sentence. I thought about telling her it was all a joke, but I couldn’t. Not yet. It would only make matters worse. And by the looks of things, it was already bad enough. I would wait to tell her that I hadn’t forgotten about Valentine’s Day and that our reservations were only waiting on us.
She licked the envilope, and pressed it down against itself, She gently pressed the two stamps on the front.
“i hope it goes through” she said tenderly to herself, and pushed the letter into the post box, hoping her sweetheart in Iraq would get it in time for christmass
Stamps go on letters. Letters to people. Love letters perhaps, the kind that you pour out your heart in, convincing them people that you’re still here, just waiting. A letter with a stamp for validity like my need for you.
I’m not a big fan of sending letters out, so I don’t have much of a reason to have stamps. Every once in a while however, if I do send something out to friends or family for an event like a birthday or a holiday, it’s nice to use those unique stamps that they have out, like the ones for the Fire Service for example, or National Parks, or Warner Brothers.
Could I stamp today
send it to you
Look it over, maybe you’d read something between the lines
I’m busy trying to talk
but life never did want to fit my words
maybe tomorrow.
Stamps. Everywhere. He had never seen so many stamps in his life! There were stamps on the walls, stamps on the tables, on the chairs, on the kitchen knives, the medicine bottles, the curtains, the inside of keyholes!
postage i love to send letters i like to send letters to m friend lynette who lives in oregon. she like my letters. we used to write notes to the postman on the outside of the envelope and put a check box for them to check if they did.
stamps make me think of mail. and i love to get mail and I love to send mail. who doesn’t love to get mail? seriously, that’s how you can brighten my day for SURE! I love mail. it’s just a wonderful way to communicate. I wish more people sent mail, it’s just wonderful to me :)
She lent over the counter, snatching the stamps from the sales person’s hand. “No need to be so snitchy” he yelled across the counter. “Fuck off” she replied. “Nice one” said a young man in the queue beside her. “You can fuck off too” she screamed in his direction.
Stamps make me think of collections. It always has. I don’t know why. We always talk about stamps being grouped in collections. This reminds me that I have a letter to mail.
Stamps. They’re funny little buggers, aren’t they? You lick them and you stick them on envelopes. Kind of like EZ-passes, but for mail. When I was little, I never really got the point of stamps. I mean, what’s the point? They cost money, and we are just sending them away? Now I know what they are for, but even back then I always thought that they were pretty. The colorful ones anyway.
ONE WOOOORD! I HAVE BUT ONE WOOOOORD! ONE WORDDDD, ONLY FOR YOUUUUU!!!!! ONE HEART, TENDERLY BEATING, ONLY FOR YOUUUUUU!!!!! Um. yeah. and that has been my randomness for the day. The end.
she writes them a thousand letters. letters that will never be sent. letters that will never receive that stamp. letters that will never carry her words to them, letters that will free her. she will carry them with her, always. they can never know the truth. she loves them more than life itself. it kills her, but she cannot stop. she cannot stop loving and she cannot stop writing. note to self: buy stamps.
she writes them a thousand letters. letters that will never be sent. letters that will never receive that stamp. letters that will never carry her words to them, letters that will free her. she will carry them with her, always. they can never know the truth. she loves them more than life itself.
Collecting.
Packing stuff away only to look at it occasionally and reminisce.
Such is the way of an american.
stamping, stamping, stamping. she’s stamping her love in her heart, in her mind, in her soul, wishing, wishing, wishing. forever remembering. love comes in threes, threes threes. if only her heart and mind can get along. stamping her smiles and her true wishes.
oneword, i have but oneword. oneword, ONLY FOR YOUUUUUUU
I love getting mail. I always hope there will be something for me when I trek down my driveway and pick up my family’s mail. I stand there at the mailbox, holding my breath as I flip through the envelopes looking for my name. I don’t know why. I never write letters to anyone, so why should I expect them to write letters for me? I know I’m not the only one who is a hypocrite in this way. No wonder nothing ever gets done nowadays.
Stamp collectors = lame. I once tried to collect things like stamps (but not stamps). I collected circles. It ended up being like a collection of 5 things. But I loved them. Recently, my mother made me throw them away. I feel like a hoarder because I was secretly screaming inside.
I watched her as she stamped the orange smiley face on her paper. I grabbed the stamp back, giving her a stern look, reminding her that it was mine, not hers. I wiped the sticky essence her hand left off of the stamp and sighed.
“Val, can’t you wash your hands once in a while?” I laughed, not even being able to stay annoyed at her. My little sister was everything to me.
Stamps are priceless. You send a letter to your lover, and you use a stamp. You send a letter to your stubborn mother, you use two stamps. They help you connect to what you’re missing, or maybe even not missing. All i know is that they’ve been forgotten after so many years of service. Be right back, i think im going to go write a letter….
Make sure you buy enough stamps to send all the Christmas cards along the way. Stamps are a symbol of love to those far and close. Spend them wisely.
I wish that all envelopes came pre-stamped from now on. Who actually needs envelopes without stamps anymore? Pre-stamped envelopes would save a great deal of paper, and therefore, trees. Not that I’m big into saving the forest. Just saying it makes sense for everyone involved.
i used to collect stamps when i was little. i’d send in for those offers on the backs of match books: 50 stamps for 1.99. They were probably worthless but they were from faroff places so I loved them.
i’ve always wanted to collect stamps. i think they’re a little expensive. who uses them anymore? snail mail is so out…electronic mail and anything on the internet is more popular now. i think they have some really cool stamps out there like of people and animals and stuff. i dont know, i dont like this topic.
letters cross over to mail stores covered in stamps, all different types like people. color ful and beautiful in each way of life,
Stamps are everywhere, and all our lives revoleve around ehtem.. However they may be changing since e-mail and commmunication methods are revolutionizint tthe way bwe connect with others. The stamp may be losing importanced.
Stamps. Yellow. Blue.
Sticky from my saliva
I put them on letters to you
They never get there
Why wont you read them?
I love you
Just as stamps love envelopes
Stamps. Yellow. Blue