Goodbye, Matt Barnes.
I hope you become a stud on the Suns.
Thanks for being my second-ever celebrity crush, and not just cause of your awesome hawk.
You'll always have my love and support. :(

his fingers stroke those keys
and every note says please
and every chord says turn my way
i thought i knew what love was
but these lovers play
new music
haunting me and somehow taunting me
my love was never half as true
and i ask myself
why can't i sing it too

"We try to give ourselves a new past from which we should have liked to descend instead of the past from which we actually descended...in other words, [we] write the past in terms of the present to read the present in terms of the past."

Touche.

UCLA admissions are out.

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