Beau Taplin's Blog, page 30

"What I’ve learned is that you cannot escape your grief. You can try to drown it in distractions,..."

“What I’ve learned is that you cannot escape your grief. You can try to drown it in distractions, kill it with your vices, or pretend like it isn’t even there, sooner or later, it will spring back out of its secret hiding place and demand you stand and face it.”

- Beau Taplin • T h e  M o n s t e r  O f  G r i e f

"Whatever you decide, don’t stay because you are afraid of change, saying goodbye, or ending up..."

“Whatever you decide, don’t stay because you are afraid of change, saying goodbye, or ending up alone. There is nothing more harmful to your heart and soul than sharing them with someone not meant for you.”

- Beau Taplin • T h e  S l o w  P o i s o n  O f  S t a y i n g  P u t 

"By all means, go out into the world and explore with your heart. Fall in and out of love until your..."

“By all means, go out into the world and explore with your heart. Fall in and out of love until your hands are libraries of all the people they have touched. Before long, we all learn, right down to our bones, that some people are hostels, and others are homes.”

- Beau Taplin • H o s t e l s  A n d  H o m e s

"I’m beginning to recognise that real happiness isn’t something large and looming on the horizon..."

“I’m beginning to recognise that real happiness isn’t something large and looming on the horizon ahead but something small, numerous and already here. The smile of someone you love. A decent breakfast. The warm sunset. Your little everyday joys all lined up in a row.”

- Beau Taplin • L i t t l e  E v e r y d a y  J o y s 

"There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains,..."

“There are a few things in life so beautiful

they hurt: swimming in the ocean

while it rains, reading in empty libraries,

the sea of stars that appear when you

are miles away from the city,

bars after 2AM, a bed of roses in bloom,

all the things we do not yet know about the

universe, and you.”

- Beau Taplin • A n d  Y o u   

"You dismantle me, baby, you do. Every lovely word that falls from your lips gets stuck under my skin..."

“You dismantle me, baby, you do. Every lovely word that falls from your lips gets stuck under my skin and splinters. And when you narrow your eyes and smile the very core of me cracks then crumbles. I adore you, god I do, to the point of madness, to the point of devastation.”

- Beau Taplin • T e  A d o r o

"I want to fall to sleep with you,and I couldn’t care less whether it is in layers upon layers of..."

“I want to fall to sleep with you,

and I couldn’t care less

whether it is in

layers upon layers

of clothing

or only our skin,

all I really want is to wake up

not knowing

where I end and you begin.”

- Beau Taplin • T h e   G o o d n i g h t  

"My past is my past. A book on the bed stand. At any point, I can pick it up and revisit the joy or..."

“My past is my past. A book on the bed stand. At any point, I can pick it up and revisit the joy or the pain, but its contents will not rule me anymore. The life still ahead of me is a clean white page. There is work to be done. A world to be explored. Stories inside me still aching to be told.”

- Beau Taplin • C l e a n  W h i t e  P a g e 

"I choose you, not because I think it will always be easy, but because with you, I know that even on..."

“I choose you, not because I think it will always be easy, but because with you, I know that even on the wretched, luckless days, when the troubles of the world are downpours of thick, clamouring rain, you will step outside, reach out your hand, and invite me to dance.”

- Beau Taplin • D a n c e  I n  T h e  R a i n 

"I choose you, not because I think it will always be easy, but because with you I know that even on..."

“I choose you, not because I think it will always be easy, but because with you I know that even on the wretched, luckless days, when the troubles of the world are downpours of thick, clamouring rain, you will step outside, reach out your hand in invitation, and whisper softly, Dance with me.”

- Beau Taplin • T h e   D a n c e