#beautaplin

[lipglossfantasy]

His words..❤️

[golge-gezgin]

Beni dinle, bedenin bir tapınak değil. Tapınaklar yok edilebilir ve kutsallığı bozulabilir. Vücudunuz bir ormandır; akçaağaç ağaçlarının kalın gölgelikleri ve ağaçların altında filizlenen tatlı kokulu kır çiçekleri. Ne kadar harap olursanız olun, tekrar tekrar büyüyeceksiniz.

( Beau Taplin )

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[ Konya, Çumra, Çatalhöyük, 16.12.2023 ]

[zenwords]

Even the most beautiful of wildflowers can be considered weeds in the wrong gardens; what another thinks of you does not dictate your value. — Beau Taplin, Wildflower #whatOthersThinkOfYou #selfWorth #beauTaplin https://www.instagram.com/p/CYwXm3qOwF4/?utm_medium=tumblr

[secretslivehere]

[lovequotespost]

[winged-reader]

There are few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you're miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2 am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe-          𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

Beau Taplin

[poetrybyummeaimans]

When I bend over backwards for you, it doesn't mean I don't have my own voice, my own spine, my own path. I still sing the same. I still fly in my own sky - with the deepest love for you in my heart. I'm just the kind of woman who doesn't mind going the extra mile. The kind of woman who will hold you when you're unsteady. The kind of woman who will listen when you don't speak. #writers #writingcommunity #poetrybyummeaimans #karnes #beautaplin #relationships #coupleteam #relationshiprules #truth #weareone #soulwork #quotes #poetryislove #poetrybooks #poetrylovers #poetry #untwinemeuk #writerspocket #love #lovecouple #thegoodquote #igpoetry #instapoem #instapoetry #lifequotes #writersflare #writersaroundtheworld #twinflameyouare #soulmates❤️ #igromantics https://www.instagram.com/p/CPySnxAFzoJ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[coldeyesandredlips]

And, and how do I describe this feeling within my chest every time I see such beautiful work of art, poetry, someone's thoughts and music? How do I describe this beautiful feeling blossoming in my heart, every time I see Haruki Murakami's and Oscar Wilde's, and Beau Taplin's works? How do I tone down this insane urge to learn and understand every beautiful thing I come across? How do I teach myself to not forget to breathe every time I see words that fill in the void that lingers inside me?

I am not even ashamed to say this, all that I am made up of is—someone's poetry and beautiful thoughts and someone's art, and stories from writers and beautiful music. This is what is holding me up, and oh, let's not forget to add in books, and rain. And some deep sadness inside of me that I never have understood.

I don't understand this feeling, but deep down, I am too afraid to name it, or let it go.