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[garkgatiss]

[hirxeth]

Carol (2015) dir. Todd Haynes

[tastefullyoffensive]

A true master of disguise. (via presleighdawsyn)

[hannahhillam]

cats have it so good

[bob-belcher]

[micdotcom]

CNN chose facts over another appearance by Kellyanne Conway

CNN’s communications team shut down Kellyanne Conway, calling out the “alternative facts” specialist for using alternative facts of her own.

It began Saturday, when Huff Post reported that CNN actively chose not to put Conway on air on their flagship Sunday show, State of the Union. 

The New York Times later quoted CNN’s explanation that turning Conway down was because of “serious questions about her credibility.”

Conway denied that report, saying she “could not do live Sunday shows this week [because] of family.”

CNN fired back a half-hour later, saying the White House offered to make Conway available for the show, but they “passed” on her appearance. Read more

[micdotcom]

Update: CNN flips the script and accuses press secretary Sean Spicer of spreading fake news

On Tuesday, Sean Spicer defended Conway and claimed that CNN retracted their statement questioning her credibility.

CNN did not retract.

CNN’s communications department fired off a Twitter rebuttal post-haste, saying the network had been “clear, on the record, about our concerns about Kellyanne Conway’s credibility.”

Team Trump has had an icy relationship with CNN for some time. Read more

[nabyss]

Good

[joshpeck]

this changed me as a person

[emilypemily]

GOOD TWEET

[brielarsonarchives]

Brie and Jake being adorable. (x) (x) (x) (x)

[afrorevolution]

[saathiray]

I don’t even care that I already reblogged this because seriously, how is this not a masterpiece painting hanging in the Smithsonian? Everything about this photo just says Romanticism to me

[igglooaustralia]

One of my favorite posts ever

[bevsi]

made a tiny picture book for class. i wanted to challenge the idea that girls loving other girls is somehow adult/inappropriate

[cinemove]

[whawtwhohow]

LMAO Sophie Turner is a fucking Queen!

[gracekelli-archive]

What is a legacy?

[nowisation]

Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived in Baltimore. I just want to know how many of you are going to the March on Washington? [Cheers and whoops] You guys are going to the women’s march, right? [More shouts and cheers] Okay, a round of applause for all the nasty women on board. [Raucous applause] Stay safe. Stay hydrated. Have a good time. Watch out for your fellow sisters. Just remember, we don’t take no “ish” from no man.

[eilowyn1]

Is there any way we can contact this airline to reward the flight attendant?

[menpale]

[sdreyfus]

My young protagonist Therese may appear a shrinking violet in my book, but those were the days when gay bars were a dark door somewhere in Manhattan, where people wanting to go to a certain bar got off the subway a station before or after the convenient one, lest they be suspected of being homosexual. The appeal of The Price of Salt was that it had a happy ending for its two main characters, or at least they were going to try to have a future together. Prior to this book, homosexuals male and female in American novels had had to pay for their deviation by cutting their wrists, drowning themselves in a swimming pool, or by switching to heterosexuality (so it was stated), or by collapsing—alone and miserable and shunned—into a depression equal to hell. Many of the letters that came to me carried such messages as “Yours is the first book like this with a happy ending! We don’t all commit suicide and lots “of us are doing fine.” Others said, “Thank you for writing such a story. It is a little like my own story …” And, “I am eighteen and I live in a small town. I feel lonely because I can’t talk to anyone …” Sometimes I wrote a letter suggesting that the writer go to a larger town where there would be a chance to meet more people. As I remember, there were as many letters from men as from women, which I considered a good omen for my book. This turned out to be true. The letters trickled in for years, and even now a letter comes once or twice a year from a reader. I never wrote another book like this.

afterword for The Price of Salt, Patricia Highsmith (via sdreyfus)