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Apple zine! With a little poem I wrote
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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
“But maybe that’s the point…”
— Nina LaCour via letsbelonelytogetherr
Art by Eliza Baucom (source)
María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus, featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
By Karin Hosono
i like the concept of soulmates—not a “you’re destined to meet me, and love me” kind of soulmate, but a “i’d pick you, every time.” kind of soulmate. a “no matter what happens, and what has happened, i want to go through it with you.” kind of soulmate. a “i love you by choice, and you’re a blessing, and i’m going to continue thinking about you this way not because i have to but because i want to.” kind of soulmate. a “you help me rest easy when everything is difficult” kind of soulmate. a “in every possible outcome, i want you there, to share it with me.” kind of soulmate.
by Evgeny Zinovy
Mahmoud Darwish, from a poem titled "The Hoopoe," featured in If I Were Another: Poems
I got you.
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Susan Huntington featured in "Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson’s Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson,"
"As the moon sheds light in fading grace, So too I wane, longing for his embrace. "
— Luffina Lourduraj.