Beau Taplin's Blog, page 160
September 19, 2014
"You astonish me.” I said, all breathy and
nervous. “You could be standing in the centre..."
“You astonish me.” I said, all breathy and
nervous. “You could be standing in the centre
of a star and still be all I see.”
- Beau Taplin || T O P U T I T S I M P L Y
nervous. “You could be standing in the centre
of a star and still be all I see.”
- Beau Taplin || T O P U T I T S I M P L Y
"Oh, my loveliest torment, where could I possibly begin? What could possibly be done? When all..."
“Oh, my loveliest torment, where could I possibly begin? What could possibly be done? When all language is too small and my affection too endless? Know this, my love, your absence is too heavy to bear; the nights without you too black, too bare of stars, and leave an empty chill in my bones.
I loathe the hollow days before you, before the world turned to melted gold, before this madness in my heart overwhelmed all that was sensible and common in me.
I am intangible without you, a meandering spirit wandering neither here nor there; I am nonsense, without purpose or form and to put it quite plainly: I am lost without you.
In my night hour wonderings I am darkened and turned to jealousy. How could he not know each night he holds the universe in his hands? How could he not be driven to near-death at the pressing of his lips to yours? How could he be so dull when he has seen you undressed? I tasted you tongue just once and it made me a poet. I want to snap his bones for not loving you like I would.
I want to know all your gentle places, to dedicate every single last day to knowing which spots make you gasp and moan and scream and tremble. If only you knew how I wish to pleasure you, to worship you, to kneel at your feet and make a god between your thighs.
You are astonishing to me. Why aren’t you here? ”
- B e a u T a p l i n | | A L o v e L e t t e r
I loathe the hollow days before you, before the world turned to melted gold, before this madness in my heart overwhelmed all that was sensible and common in me.
I am intangible without you, a meandering spirit wandering neither here nor there; I am nonsense, without purpose or form and to put it quite plainly: I am lost without you.
In my night hour wonderings I am darkened and turned to jealousy. How could he not know each night he holds the universe in his hands? How could he not be driven to near-death at the pressing of his lips to yours? How could he be so dull when he has seen you undressed? I tasted you tongue just once and it made me a poet. I want to snap his bones for not loving you like I would.
I want to know all your gentle places, to dedicate every single last day to knowing which spots make you gasp and moan and scream and tremble. If only you knew how I wish to pleasure you, to worship you, to kneel at your feet and make a god between your thighs.
You are astonishing to me. Why aren’t you here? ”
- B e a u T a p l i n | | A L o v e L e t t e r
"Awfully, we all learn
very early on
that a human being
can break you
in a few short, simple..."
“Awfully, we all learn
very early on
that a human being
can break you
in a few short, simple words.”
- B e a u T a p l i n | | G r o w i n g p a i n s . (via afadthatlastsforever)
very early on
that a human being
can break you
in a few short, simple words.”
- B e a u T a p l i n | | G r o w i n g p a i n s . (via afadthatlastsforever)
September 18, 2014
"And in that moment I swore
that nothing in this universe
could be so heavy as the absence
of the..."
"You’ll save yourself a lot of heartache
by understanding that falling in love
without that love..."
“You’ll save yourself a lot of heartache
by understanding that falling in love
without that love reciprocated is just
falling.”
- Beau Taplin || The falling
by understanding that falling in love
without that love reciprocated is just
falling.”
- Beau Taplin || The falling
"My heart feels like a boneyard
of should’ve, could’ve, would’ve and
one thousand awful questions..."
“My heart feels like a boneyard
of should’ve, could’ve, would’ve and
one thousand awful questions
to which I’ll never have the answers.”
- B e a u T a p l i n | | s h o u l d ’ v e , c o u l d ’ v e , w o u l d ’ v e
of should’ve, could’ve, would’ve and
one thousand awful questions
to which I’ll never have the answers.”
- B e a u T a p l i n | | s h o u l d ’ v e , c o u l d ’ v e , w o u l d ’ v e
"Oh, my loveliest torment, where could I possibly begin? What could possibly be done? When all..."
“Oh, my loveliest torment, where could I possibly begin? What could possibly be done? When all language is too small and my affection too endless? Know this, my love, your absence is too heavy to bear; the nights without you too black, too bare of stars, and leave an empty chill in my bones.
I loathe the hollow days before you, before the world turned to melted gold, before this madness in my heart overwhelmed all that was sensible and common in me.
I am intangible without you, a meandering spirit wandering neither here nor there; I am nonsense, without purpose or form and to put it quite plainly: I am lost without you.
In my night hour wonderings I am darkened and turned to jealousy. How could he not know each night he holds the universe in his hands? How could he not be driven to near-death at the pressing of his lips to yours? How could he be so dull when he has seen you undressed? I tasted you tongue just once and it made me a poet. I want to snap his bones for not loving you like I would.
I want to know all your gentle places, to dedicate every single last day to knowing which spots make you gasp and moan and scream and tremble. If only you knew how I wish to pleasure you, to worship you, to kneel at your feet and make a god between your thighs.
You are astonishing to me. Why aren’t you here? ”
- B e a u T a p l i n | | A L o v e L e t t e r
I loathe the hollow days before you, before the world turned to melted gold, before this madness in my heart overwhelmed all that was sensible and common in me.
I am intangible without you, a meandering spirit wandering neither here nor there; I am nonsense, without purpose or form and to put it quite plainly: I am lost without you.
In my night hour wonderings I am darkened and turned to jealousy. How could he not know each night he holds the universe in his hands? How could he not be driven to near-death at the pressing of his lips to yours? How could he be so dull when he has seen you undressed? I tasted you tongue just once and it made me a poet. I want to snap his bones for not loving you like I would.
I want to know all your gentle places, to dedicate every single last day to knowing which spots make you gasp and moan and scream and tremble. If only you knew how I wish to pleasure you, to worship you, to kneel at your feet and make a god between your thighs.
You are astonishing to me. Why aren’t you here? ”
- B e a u T a p l i n | | A L o v e L e t t e r
September 17, 2014
"And in that moment I swore
that nothing in this universe
could be so heavy as the absence
of the..."
“And in that moment I swore
that nothing in this universe
could be so heavy as the absence
of the person you love.”
- B e a u T a p l i n | | T h e h e a v y a b s e n c e .
that nothing in this universe
could be so heavy as the absence
of the person you love.”
- B e a u T a p l i n | | T h e h e a v y a b s e n c e .
"Awfully, we all learn
very early on
that a human being
can break you
in a few short, simple..."
“Awfully, we all learn
very early on
that a human being
can break you
in a few short, simple words.”
- B e a u T a p l i n | | G r o w i n g p a i n s .
very early on
that a human being
can break you
in a few short, simple words.”
- B e a u T a p l i n | | G r o w i n g p a i n s .
September 16, 2014
"Pro life tip: If you learn how to stop looking
at human beings like belongings you won’t..."
“Pro life tip: If you learn how to stop looking
at human beings like belongings you won’t
feel so robbed when they leave.”
- B e a u T a p l i n | | T h e s t i c k - u p
at human beings like belongings you won’t
feel so robbed when they leave.”
- B e a u T a p l i n | | T h e s t i c k - u p
