To my love

I don’t know if I use the word ‘love’ appropriately sometimes. I feel like this 4 letter word cannot express ways you settle my heart and fill it with pure love and joy. Love is not you or me, but the space in between us… the space when we argue, when we laugh, when we cry and when you cradle my heart because you know there isn’t a better guardian than you.

A home to a wandering heart. Thank you.


A Raindrop

There is something homely about the rain pouring down your bedroom window, a familiar feeling. Have you ever looked at the raindrop that starts of singular and then finds it’s route downwards, joining others along the way and the next think you know all you can see is a clear symbol of pace, patience and agility.

For me, it’s almost an attempt to personify the span of an human life. If you take a minute to look around you, everything in this universe is trying to tell you a story. Don’t you think?


“This is me, he…

“This is me, here, hands open, heart out. I want all of you and then some. I want your 3am lows and all of your brokenness. I want to know what terrifies you most so I can tear it to apart. I want to spend the rest of my life exploring your blazing hot, cosmos of a heart. I want to show you how the imperfections that separate you from the gods are the very things that I fall for the hardest.”

— Beau Taplin || An admission.


“Try to learn t…

“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”

— Ernest Hemingway


“When sex becom…

“When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.”
— Unknown