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propapapa:

The dance.

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winterazalea:

Who says hats don’t have personality? XD

washawaymysins:

biggest gpoy of eternity

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champagnep0wer:

you dont even understand how much this relates to me right now.. omg

I hate sappy ass messages like this. Im sorry but my response would read, “You are a bother!”

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kudipeaches:

“The Heart & Brain Debate” by Carter Elysse Nunez ( kudipeaches)

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Brain:

Affections will wane,

Sighs of contentment will turn

To groans of “God why?” ;

You’ll call it self-sabotage

But I’m just protecting you

From the inevitability

Of the disappoint that will come. ;

You’ve been here before.

Those tizzies and flurries

Of flutters from butterflies

Will die with each wing plucked

Inside your stomach.

I’m only being logical

The statistics don’t lie:

13 : 1

The aftermath of love lost

Should have been enough

To get through to your hormones by now

And yet still you’d contradict me,

Fixated on that jejune idea

Man calls “hope” .

Just take it from me Heart,

I know best,

I operate all of her functionings .

You merely make her stumble

Into false security.

Let me do my job

And stick to yours ;

Pump the blood

And let the girl breathe.

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Heart:

You seem to forget my purpose Brain.

I’m more than just vessels convulsing,

More than just a traffic cop

For hemoglobin’s flow ;

Were it not for my aortic being

She’d not know life at all!

You recognize things methodically,

But I give her eyes more attuned

To beauties your syllogistics overlook ;

She was made and born out

Of my “naive” faith,

The religion with which

The coldness and cruelty

Of minds as filled with stocity

As yours is able to

Shift homo sapiens towards something

Lighter and worth living for ;

I am the Reverend of the Art

There would be

No Frost

No Shakespeare

Ne’er any Poe ;

I am the palette that painters

Sink their tips into

To birth masterpieces ;

I am the chord composers hum

And baton their orchestras

To play with their souls ;

I am the beacon to profess the

Inexpressible!

When she dies the remnants

Of all she adored fervently will remain

With those touched by her love ;

You’ll rot a grey mass in dirt.

© 2011 KUDiYAH CA’LYSSe. All Rights Reserved

YESSSS CARTER!!!! I loved this!!! Very clever!

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glitterandnightmares:

Before you watch this, read this paragraph. Followers, I love you. A lot. You defend me when hate is in my ask, and you stand beside me through everything. You’ve been incredibly loyal to me. But you need to know, I’m far from perfect. I have flaws. I can’t always censor myself. Tumblr is my outlet to say what I want and I’m constantly getting attacked for it and called selfish and a bitch. And when people attack my family and personal life, it takes things too far. I’m just asking for your respect.