"A lawsuit filed Thursday against New York state seeks Medicaid coverage for transgender people seeking what they consider to be life-saving health treatments, including gender change procedures. The lawsuit, …"

normalheart-history:

A couple of years later, the Times obits section was commonly referred to as the Gay Sports Page, because we would count the number of apparent AIDS-related deaths before checking the other news.”

(via lettersfromtitan)

lettersfromtitan:

gingerandfair:

likearumchocolatesouffle:

whisperyvoices:

New York, by Snow Patrol.

One of my all-time favourite songs.

Side note: I just cannot understand how this song hasn’t made it on Glee yet. It’s a Klaine song! Come on!

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If you were here beside me,
Instead of in New York
If the curve of you was curved on me

I’d tell you that I loved you
Before I ever knew you
‘Cause I loved the simple thought of you

If our hearts had never broken
And there’s no joy in the mending
There’s so much this hurt can teach us both

There’s distance and there’s silence
Your words have never left me
They’re the prayer that I say every day

Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here

The long neon nights
And the eek of the ocean
And the fire that was starting to spark
I miss it all, from the love to the lightning
And the lack of it snaps me in two

If you were here beside me
Instead of New York
In the arms you said you’d never leave

I’d tell you that it’s simple
And it was only ever thus
There is nowhere else that I belong

Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here

The long neon nights
And the eek of the ocean
And the fire that was starting to spark
I miss it all, from the love to the lightning
And the lack of it snaps me in two

Just give me a sign
There is end and a beginning
To the quiet chaos driving me mad
The long neon nights
And the want of the ocean
And the fire that is starting to go out

I can see it all in my head. It could be a Blaine solo, but that would be Blaine just telling Kurt to come back to Ohio, so I have bolded parts for a possible duet. Plain for Blaine, bold for both (with super awesome harmonies). I’m imagining Blaine starts singing when he gets off the phone with Kurt and he’s alone, and Kurt joins in with harmonies as he goes about his busy day, as a montage kind of thing. Blaine’s scenes are slow and ponderous and he sings really emotionally, and in Kurt’s scenes he’s doing lots of things and doesn’t seem to even notice that he’s singing, until the very end, and he seems to start singing with and about Blaine, but then he stops singing, shakes his head, and starts doing something else, and Blaine sings the last line alone.

Reblogging for lettersfromtitan

This was the song of 2012 for me.  Jesus.  Still love it.  Still think Blaine should sing it, don’t think it will happen, and will be beside myself with weird if it does.

"The New York Senate engages in a heated debate over the merits of yogurt."

manufactoriel:

New York  1978, by Helen Levitt

manufactoriel:

New York  1978, by Helen Levitt

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collectivehistory:

New York during 1959 summer blackout.

collectivehistory:

New York during 1959 summer blackout.

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newyorker:

In a portfolio from our archive, the photographer Gilles Peress looks at late-night New York during the final months of the last millennium: http://nyr.kr/1octbsM

newyorker:

In a portfolio from our archive, the photographer Gilles Peress looks at late-night New York during the final months of the last millennium: http://nyr.kr/1octbsM

(Source: newyorker.com, via lettersfromtitan)

ktt:

New York by Eiko Ojala

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pencilpushingenthusiast:

New York, New York

pencilpushingenthusiast:

New York, New York

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lettersfromtitan:

“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene

She was stunning. And the bottom photo here is one of my favorites.  But for the text.

(Source: beautilation)

"A federal judge finds New York City’s stop-and-frisk policy unconstitutional."

The Stop and Frisk ruling has complex results, and while technically a win, it’s not going to stop the unconstitutional harassment of black and brown men in New York.  I’m too disgusted to talk about it in depth, honestly.