i cannot even begin to emphasize how romantic signing off letters or postcards with “always yours” is. like… no one ever knows if they would be together forever. we love someone with the knowledge that they might not be in our lives in the future. we know we could fall apart. we still write “always yours”, because we mean to say, “hey, i know you might not be in my life forever, but you will have a part of me still. a part of me will be always yours to keep.” i need a moment
i really need to stop dropping things and picking up new things on accident because i just saw a book under my bed and went “oh yeah im annotating that-” like i havent touched it in months.
I just want to wander a thorn-covered castle by candlelight, write you love letters as a storm thunders outside, and drink red wine as I read poetry by the fire.
When Emily Dickinson said “How dreary to be somebody”, and Daffodils said “It’s been raining inside my head again”, and Oscar Wilde said “Behind sorrow there is always sorrow”.
hi everyone! I’m set to release an online zine shortly and I’m looking for additional contributors! you can submit art (of any kind), writing, poetry, articles, opinion pieces, basically anything you’d like.
the magazine is primarily concerned with the arts, aesthetics, philosophy, and literature. it intends to be a very gentle, dreamy zine so keep that in mind when you submit!
email [email protected] with an excerpt of your work and we’ll get back to you as soon as possible.
