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Railway - Boy is the soundtrack when I’m reading The Price of Salt.
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Then Therese said it:”I think I’d like some hot milk.” The corner of Carol’s mouth lifted in a smile. “some hot milk”, she mocked. Then she ledt the room. […]
“I let it boil and it’s got scum on it”, Carol said annoyedly.”I’m sorry”.
But Therese loved it, because she knew this was exctly what Carol would always do, be thinking of something else and let the milk boil.
− The Price of Salt, Patricia Highsmith.
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One Day the Poor Will Have Nothing Left to Eat But the Rich, Occupy Wall Street, New York, October 2011.
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Again I don’t remember whose tumblr I got it from. Sorry.
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Bus In Rio, by Nicolas Malinowsky.
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(via morgue-legs)
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Max Dupain - Untitled (Nude - back),
from the Portfolio Portfolio No.4 The female form, 1930s.
(via radiops)
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How do you teach homosexuality?
Is it like French? I was born of heterosexual parents, taught by heterosexual teachers, in a fiercely heterosexual society. So why then am I homosexual? And, no offense meant, if it were true that children mimic their teachers, we’d have a hell of a lot more nuns running around.
-Harvey Milk, Milk (2008)
