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charliexavierdoherty: I read something today that argued against the heart being the symbol for love when in reality, it should be the brain because the brain is what makes all of your decisions in life. If you ask me, whoever wrote that article is full of bullshit.  The heart is what keeps you alive. Without it pumping oxygen to the brain, the brain would die and so would the person, yet the brain often gets all the credit. Sure, the brain is what tells the heart to pump oxygen in the first place, but if you had a ruined hole where your heart should be, you’d have no hope in hell. The point is that by using the heart as a symbol of love, it’s saying that love is what keeps you alive, that it’s what keeps keeps the hot blood circling around your body. Not only that, but love has a profound affect on the brain. Your heart—love—is what controls your mind, and as a result, love makes you fuck things up, make things right and then fuck them up again.
charliexavierdoherty: I read something today that argued against the heart being the symbol for love when in reality, it should be the brain because the brain is what makes all of your decisions in life. If you ask me, whoever wrote that article is full of bullshit.  The heart is what keeps you alive. Without it pumping oxygen to the brain, the brain would die and so would the person, yet the brain often gets all the credit. Sure, the brain is what tells the heart to pump oxygen, but without the heart, you’d have no hope in hell. The point is that by using the heart as a symbol of love, it’s saying that love is what keeps you alive. It’s what keeps the oxygen pumping into your brain and keeps the hot blood circling around your body. Not only that, but love has a profound affect on the brain. Your heart—love—is what controls your mind, and as a result, love makes you fuck things up, make things right and then fuck them up again.
charliexavierdoherty: I love the seaside, although I don’t think I like it for the reasons most people do. It’s one of the calmest places to be, the salty air creates a freshness nothing else can and it’s literally at the end of the earth, but I don’t care about any of that. Don’t get me wrong, all of that stuff is great, but that’s not what makes the seaside different to anything else that’s pretty in the world. That’s not what makes it significant.  What makes the seaside significant is that nothing ever changes there. The sea is always the sea and the sand is always the sand. Even if someone were to grab a handful of sand and throw it into the air, nothing would look any different. Everything would remain perfect. You could spend hours on end at the seaside and the only way you’d be able to tell that time has passed is by how far in or out the tide has become. Nothing’s real at the seaside either, or at least it doesn’t have to be. If you can find a secluded area and simply lie there while the sun beats down onto your face, you can be whoever you want. You can make up a whole new life and nothing that hurts has to be real. You can forget things. And sometimes, when there’s nothing more you can do to control anything anymore, a moment of forgetting is golden.
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