DOC #friend #160lbs
When patients were committed to the Willard Asylum for the Insane in Upstate New York, they arrived with a suitcase packed with all of the possessions they thought they needed for their time inside.
Most never left. The mental hospital had an average stay of nearly 30 years. When patients died, they were buried in nameless graves across the street of the asylum. Their suitcases, with all their worldly possessions, were locked in an attic and forgotten.
In 1995, an employee of the mental hospital discovered the suitcases, 400 of them. They date from 1910 to 1960.
Now, photographer Jon Crispin is cataloging each suitcase and opening a window into the lives - and the minds - of the people deemed too unwell to be allowed in society.
(via itschrisb)
"the year of letting go
of understanding loss, grace of the word ‘no’
and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’
the year of humanity/humility
when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed
everyone i’ve met this year says the same thing
‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’
the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands
the year i learnt small talk
and how to smile at strangers
the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’
the year of sugar, everywhere
softness. sweetness. honey honey.
the year of being alone
and learning how much i like it
the year of hugging people i don’t know because i want to know them
the year i made peace and love
right here"
of understanding loss, grace of the word ‘no’
and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’
the year of humanity/humility
when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed
everyone i’ve met this year says the same thing
‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’
the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands
the year i learnt small talk
and how to smile at strangers
the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’
the year of sugar, everywhere
softness. sweetness. honey honey.
the year of being alone
and learning how much i like it
the year of hugging people i don’t know because i want to know them
the year i made peace and love
right here"
— Warsan Shire (via noregretscoyote)
(via selma-black)
Damien Jurado-Museum of Flight
Reflective sunnies
The National - “This Is The Last Time”, “I Need My Girl”, “Pink Rabbits” & “Sea Of Love” (NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert)
The national isn’t one of my favorites but this is cool.
(via ratseye)
Listening to grouper while I clean my room and sort laundry is ideal. I can’t wait to see Brianna/everyone. I didn’t get caught in the rain today. Maybe that’s a good sign. Mud was a really good movie, I still want to see Frances Ha. I wanna make a mix for all the driving but my computer doesn’t work anymore. Wins/losses.
Whatever misses is permanent
A red wine stain or a scar
Like one of those if you flip the negative
Knew who I was, and even before
I even knew
Now just look who we are
You know that house I don’t want to buy
I want to buy it for you
The walls are made out of the wishes I make
When I close my eyes
And I’m lying here with you
Whatever misses is everything
My feet are sore and blue
Everything I ever said I did before
Was just to get me here
Get me here next to you
I did yoga for the first time and it was so good. I’m not very good at anything but I can keep my balance well and I like that part of the class was done in the dark. 1.5 more months at my job. I hope my apartment situation works out and I still need to practice driving. My house makes so many noises at night. I can’t wait to throw so much stuff out when I either move or stay. I’ve worked so many hours this week and it’s becoming painful. I’m dying to go to the blue pool again and I usually make it to the garden drive-in flea market once every summer. My mother sent me a card in the mail and it made me cry. 4 wisdom teeth are getting pulled in the middle of next month, I hate teeth. The things I’ve thought in my head the past two months are things that have never crossed my mind before. It’s not a fortress like I thought it was. My skin is getting darker.
