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About Marilyn Monroe, by her ex-husband, Arthur Miller:
To have survived, she would have had to be either more cynical or even further from reality than she was. Instead, she was a poet on a street corner trying to recite to a crowd pulling at her clothes.
She was a whirling light to me then, all paradox and enticing mystery, street-tough one moment, then lifted by a lyrical and poetic sensitivity that few retain past early adolescence.
How do you teach homosexuality? 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 offence meant, but if it were true that children mimic their teachers then we’d have a hell of a lot more nuns running around.
wne:
Sir Robin and Maid Marian
is it too unrealistic to want this?
Seriously, Sir Robin was my heartthrob for all of my childhood.
(via fuckyeahexistentialism)
(via birdsofpray)
There is something about marching people that excites me. It gives me exquisite chills. But then I think about all the times people have marched in the past, and all the negative history associated with it — and then I feel pretty guilty about having felt those exquisite chills.