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Congrats to @k_sodd - this is the best homemade graduation cap ever. Remember from 3-28 can come 34-28, so as you make way in life this should be a reminder, grads, that anything in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds is possible. Go get 'em, fella/lady!
Happy 3-28 Pats pals! To celebrate the Patriots coming back from the greatest deficit in Super Bowl history how about a wonderfully assembled crowdsourced piece of celebratory #Patsporn that will give you the football feels all day long. Man, March 28th is not going to be a day enjoyed in Atlanta anytime soon. Sorry, guys, it was just…it was 28-3 with 2 minutes left in the 3rd…the Pats never lead in the game, and won…but you know this. OK…enjoy. Wow.
Hey Falcons fans! Guess what day it is?

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Winter Sol // Veneration Phrases
What the fuck did you see in me? A savior? Maybe a little too much of yourself. In your letters you cried for purity, for freedom, for release. You venerated my image far too much: Angelic, Angelic, Angelic. I took your letters and cried in the employee bathroom. Cried stop, stop, stop, stop, and wanting more. If only you could see inside me that winter - Scratching that fine china, waiting for it to break. Your most lovely creations I set fire to in my bedroom. My denial of reality. Destruction of your power. On the days I couldn't breathe I would suck you dry with my eyes You fell in love over my fucking eyes. A cross-hatched ink spot. Now I take this pen and stab your heart. • December 21st we sat in my car. And laughed And you sat on my lap And I kissed your needle-scarred arms until you cried And you told me you never wanted this moment to end. "I was born August 21st, 1991. I read and write, and love folk music. I love chamomile tea and I drink my coffee black. I love listening to depressing music in the morning when I wake up. It seems to make me happier." -M
It's officially my birthday. :)