"I White Heart Massachusetts" Tee

The white heart isn't an aesthetic choice. It's a medical condition. That's what happens to your cardiovascular system after your fourth consecutive February in a state where the sun clocks out at 4:15pm and the snowbanks turn the color of old motor oil by Tuesday. You love it here. Obviously. You love the rotaries that function like a demolition derby with yield signs. You love ordering an iced coffee in a wind chill advisory because hot coffee is for cowards. You love dropping your r's and then aggressively adding them to words that never asked. You love the potholes that could swallow a sedan whole, and the way everyone in this state communicates exclusively through horn honks and sustained eye contact. Your heart isn't cold, it's just frozen solid from November through April. There's a difference. Probably. Soft, substantial, and built to survive a laundry cycle with a rogue red sock. The kind of thing you reach for on autopilot, which is exactly how it ends up in heavy rotation.