This is a very simple metaphor with profound practical significance. I’ve never thought about it like this.
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this shirt would fit if it weren’t for boobs: a tragedy
that shirt would fit if i had boobs: the sequel
this shirt fits perfectly because my boobs are the right size: the fanfiction
my shirts always fit: a man’s tale
(via black-dawg)
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 black-dawg)
“There isn’t a minute of a day that goes by where I’m not so grateful to have this in my life. To have our fans be so cool and have our relationships together be awesome, I feel like it’d be arrogant if I broke it down to a few things that I’d like people to take away. Just having them with me is enough.” — Anthony Green
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