Megan Scott
Fashion Communications Digital Process Book DE1113
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ZINE
what is a zine?
A zine (short for magazine or fanzine) is most commonly a small-circulation self-published work of original or appropriated texts and images usually reproduced via photocopier.
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‘Since the invention of the photocopy machine, zine-making has been one most popular forms of independent publishing, especially in underground communities. But it’s hard to generalize about zines, the same way it’s hard to generalize about culture. Not just hard impossible. Because like all art and media, zines can be anything and everything. And they are.’
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He knew that I love you also means I love you in a way that no one loves you or has loved you or will love you and alsoI love you in a way that I love no one else and never have loved anyone else and never will love anyone else — Jonathan Safran Foer
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Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all. See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard. I like my definition better anyways.
But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.
I want you to hold my hand while we grocery shop. I want you to play with my hair while we watch our favorite tv shows. I want you to kiss me in the middle of my sentence because you wanted to taste my words. I want you to rub my back as we fall asleep. I want you to play my favorite song when I look sad. I want you to do these things without having to think about them. Do them because you love me.
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- The feeling you get when you see the person in their worst state and still think they’re beautiful and wouldn’t want it any other way. - Its the immediate feeling you get whenever you hear the word love; the first person, thing, memory you think of when the word passes through your ears and registers in your mind. - Love is netflix and good pop music.
- Love is selfish. We love because it feels good to love, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Real love requires no sacrifice from either the lover or the beloved. It is not permanent or persistent. It comes and goes like any other emotion. It is the expectation that it should be otherwise that causes suffering. - Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby — awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.
- It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.
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Phillippa RIce - everyday intimacies between couples that prove it really is the little things that count
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Mahal kit Mi aime jou Te amo
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Ich liebe dich
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