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a minizine i made a month or so ago for a zine jam on itchio

you can visit its page here to download the PDF or get a foldable version to print for yourself <3

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Lolly

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THESE GLASSES HAVE SPECIAL LENSES WHICH TURN LIGHTS INTO HEARTS

edit: for everyone asking they’re called love lenses & they were $20 on lovelenses.com

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i dont belong here

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✧･ﾟ: *♡･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ♡

♡ ᵇᵃᵇʸ ᵐᵉ ᵖˡˢ ✧

✧･ﾟ: *♡･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ♡

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“Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me.”

— Vladimir Nabokov Lolita,

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“I swear that I have never loved before as I love you, — with such tenderness — to the point of tears — and with such a sense of radiance.”

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Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to his wife Vera

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“And yet I adore him. I think he’s quite crazy, and with no place or occupation in life, and far from happy, and philosophically irresponsible – and there is absolutely nobody like him.”

— Vladimir Nabokov, Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle

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“We were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

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Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to his wife Véra (1924), Letters to Véra (ed. Brian Boyd & trans. Olga Voronin)

[Text ID: “I know that I am a very boring and unpleasant man, drowned in literature…But I love you.”]

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“I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

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Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra (1926), Letters to Véra (ed. Brian Boyd & trans. Olga Voronin)

[Text ID: “I love you, I’m waiting for you unbearably.”]

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Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Véra

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Nuala Archer, From The hour of Pan/amá; “A story that preceded my first hearing of the word orgasm”

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“My darling, you can’t see it, can you? How like the moon you are. Both of you so timid in yourselves; hiding pieces from the world. Then, there are those rare moments when you both are full, and it becomes hard to look away. You are beautiful.”

— Alexandria Drzewiecki 

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