Welcome to Outlander. We are a digital zine highlighting the awkward, the eccentric, and the weirdly beautiful.
“Love” from Bensound
In a glade of lush, green warmth, there grows a strawberry bush…
it’s i08: strawberry!
Mary hates cowboys. All of them. She hates their guts.
On days when there is not enough of you to go around,
You can try it once; I promise, nothing bad will happen.
What am I going to do with all the blurred faces in my head?
The sandwich will not go down.
The air had been singing in silence since the plates had been turned over
In the end we’re only dirt.
winter tucks us under his blanket again
The snowflakes danced in the chilled breeze
1. she no longer exists, existing not in her past self.
bipedal fools bare candied crimson
my god, won’t you swallow me whole?
My grandmother sent me a message out of the blue on a Tuesday morning.
The language of Latin is dead,
I always say that I love being disappointed.
On Wednesday nights, in a small living room on a dead-end street,
I was walking home from school in the mid-autumn evening
Since I can remember, I’ve always enjoyed the horror genre, and it didn’t take very long for me to begin enjoying fantasy.
What excites you?
Do you remember those moments when we’d sit on swings and pretend we were flying?
What inspires you?
Take us somewhere.
What makes you angry?
The fleeting joy of summer.
Blood and secrets spilled.