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Anyone who can figure out how to cram phi in there gets about 1.6 internet points.

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Of course they'll never realize, but in your heart you'll have the linguistic upper hand.
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This is my gift to you, Dads of Internet.

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It's like going up to someone who doesn't know about conservation of energy, and telling them you have a wheel that never stops spinning, and expecting them to be blown away.
To: “frank” <frank@postsecret.com>
Dear Frank-
Twelve years ago I mailed in my license plate with the message “I don’t know where my home is” scrawled on the front. I had just dropped out of college and moved across the country to live with my dad. A lot has changed since then, but some things haven’t.
My life imploded (again) and I found myself back in my dad’s house; I changed careers, graduated college, and went to grad school. But that secret has followed me for a decade, often featured on the website or exhibits.
It popped up a few weeks ago and I thought “nothing has changed, I’m still just that lost kid” and then I realized how wrong I was. I’m not sure that I feel any more at home here now than I did back then, but something has changed. I found home in myself. Finally the skin that I live in feels like enough. Thank you for being a place of growth, love, and acceptance for all these years.
-Erica

Hi Erica,
Thanks for your secret! I remember receiving that “naked mail” over a decade ago and yes it has been shared many times; on the web, in my PostSecret talks, and in museums from the Smithsonian to the Museum of Us.
I know many people have felt a connection to your secret and I believe many will now relate to your story behind it. Courage is contagious and I believe your story will inspire others to tell their truth – and take that first step in their journey.
Your secret definitely has a home, so glad you found yours.
Be well,
-Frank
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Later he is caught and forced to not have all the money he moneyed.
Good morning, afternoon, and evening!
We're doing some database and other light server maintenance this weekend (upgrading the version of MySQL we use in particular, but also probably doing some CDN work.)
I expect all of this to be pretty invisible except for some small "couple of minute" blips as we switch between machines, but there's a chance you will notice something untoward. I'll keep an eye on comments as per usual.
Ta for now!

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It's not actually a metaphor. I just think of that scene.

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That's another philosophical 'problem' put to bed by Zach Weinersmith.

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Before you saying anything, I'd like to dedicate this breakup conversation to pioneering portraitist Frida Kahlo.


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This is why he doesn't come back for humans any more.

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Tragically, once you introduce costly signaling, all mathematics is impure.









Hi Frank,
I’m from around same area as this person. Growing up me and my friend would read secrets together and talk about them in our small corner of the world.
After highschool we lost touch with one another but almost every Sunday when I pull up PostSecret I would stop and think about them for a second.
Where were they? What were they thinking of? Did a certain secret envoke joy, sorrow, longing?
So friend in our little precious part of the world. I do they when they check PostSecret that they think of you and what your relationship meant to them.
I know because I’m the same.



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