Beau Taplin's Blog, page 162
September 13, 2014
"I do not have a ‘type’. It is an unconstructive, sometimes devastating concept I no longer have any..."
“I do not have a ‘type’. It is an unconstructive, sometimes devastating concept I no longer have any use for. I know chance and fate are far more talented and imaginative matchmakers than I could ever care to be. I have learned the most important relationships are always the unexpected sort - the people who come into your life with traits and qualities you never knew you wanted or even considered before but now, on reflection, cannot imagine a life without.”
- Beau Taplin || My type.
- Beau Taplin || My type.
September 12, 2014
"The hours between 12am and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of..."
“The hours between 12am and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.”
- Beau Taplin || the hours between. (via exoticwild)
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.”
- Beau Taplin || the hours between. (via exoticwild)
"This heart of mine has
just two settings: nothing at all or too much.
There is no in between."
“This heart of mine has
just two settings:
nothing at all or too much.
There is no in between.”
- Beau Taplin || The dial.
just two settings:
nothing at all or too much.
There is no in between.”
- Beau Taplin || The dial.
"Do not call me perfect,
a lie is never a compliment.
Call me an erratic
damaged and
insecure..."
"I came apart
in a roomful of flowers,
get wells and a hospital bed,
thinking—
who in hell
gave..."
“I came apart
in a roomful of flowers,
get wells and a hospital bed,
thinking—
who in hell
gave Death the
authority to decide
he deserved you more
than I did.”
- Beau Taplin || The awful goodbye.
in a roomful of flowers,
get wells and a hospital bed,
thinking—
who in hell
gave Death the
authority to decide
he deserved you more
than I did.”
- Beau Taplin || The awful goodbye.
"Nowadays, nobody wants the real me
they want me diluted and soft;
not too gentle, not too rough; ..."
“Nowadays, nobody wants the real me
they want me diluted and soft;
not too gentle, not too rough;
not too stupid, not too clever;
a little dangerous — just enough.
They want me squeaky clean,
pristine, always behaving my best,
while you knew all of my dark dirty secrets,
and adored me nonetheless.”
- Beau Taplin || dark, dirty secrets.
they want me diluted and soft;
not too gentle, not too rough;
not too stupid, not too clever;
a little dangerous — just enough.
They want me squeaky clean,
pristine, always behaving my best,
while you knew all of my dark dirty secrets,
and adored me nonetheless.”
- Beau Taplin || dark, dirty secrets.
September 11, 2014
"This life, a little narrow bridge with infinities of non-existence at either end, is overwhelming at..."
“This life, a little narrow bridge with infinities of non-existence at either end, is overwhelming at the best of times and outright terrifying at its worst, but what an unexpectedly wonderful pleasure it is, to cross it hand in hand with you.”
- Beau Taplin || The little narrow bridge.
- Beau Taplin || The little narrow bridge.
"I’m not heartless,” I said.
“It’s just presently elsewhere."
“I’m not heartless,” I said.
“It’s just presently elsewhere.”
- Beau Taplin || With you.
“It’s just presently elsewhere.”
- Beau Taplin || With you.
"I’m not heartless,” I said.
“It’s simply, presently, elsewhere."
“I’m not heartless,” I said.
“It’s simply, presently, elsewhere.”
- Beau Taplin || With you.
“It’s simply, presently, elsewhere.”
- Beau Taplin || With you.
"I adore her, what more can be said. She is not perfect but always unapologetically herself. Bold and..."
“I adore her, what more can be said. She is not perfect but always unapologetically herself. Bold and wild-blooded. Her love is like a fist fight I always lose but get back up on my feet for over and over. There are times I have tried to shake her but like a mountain of car tires on fire — there’s just no extinguishing her. I adore her without question, like do-or-die survival, like the gasp gasp gasp for breath before life, at last, leaves you.”
- Beau Taplin || Do-or-die
- Beau Taplin || Do-or-die
