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I see now that ‘meant to be’ doesn’t mean forever. That paths will meet and cross and part and all of it has a purpose. When all is said and done, it is the impact and legacy of a love that matters, and you left the deepest mark.

Beau Taplin • T h e L e g a c y (via afadthatlastsforever)

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I am not perfect. I am sometimes selfish. Occasionally self destructive. And prone to very brief, yet severe, spells of sadness. But I would fight until every bone in my body was broken to protect you. That’s a promise.

Beau Taplin • T h e B l o o d P a c t (via afadthatlastsforever)

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Sometimes it knocks the breath right out of me, realising how lucky I am to be here and alive with you. To be the one you feel safe with. To be the one whose bones you curl up into when it’s cold. To be the one whose mouth you drowsily kiss when you are half asleep in my arms.

Beau Taplin • L i t t l e N o t h i n g (via afadthatlastsforever)

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Kissing the person you deeply, truly want. Man, what a drug. There’s nothing else quite like it. Fireworks flash on the backs of your eyelids and the drums bang! bang! in your chest. You feel your whole body fall into it, heaving and holy — your soul crying out in triumph.

Beau Taplin • T h a t K i s s (via afadthatlastsforever)

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It’s you. It’s been you for as long as I can remember. Everyone else has been just another failed attempt at perfecting the art of pretending you’re not.

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I have found a life for me in you, I know it. Someone I could fight for, and fall with — who would move me to soar further than I ever could on my own strength. I see a lover, an accomplice, a muse, and a friend. Someone I could create something meaningful in the world with.

Beau Taplin • T h e D e c l a r a t i o n (via afadthatlastsforever)

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Once a deep and powerful connection between two people has been made they become a vital part of each other’s lives and there is no separating them. No measure of distance or duration of silence can prevent the outbreak of smiles and laughter or the strong desire to leap into each other’s arms when they come together once more.

Beau Taplin • U n p r e v e n t a b l e (via afadthatlastsforever)

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You get me. There’s no other way to put it. When I am a whirlwind of a person, a mess of bad moods and even worse ideas, you move in slow, wrap each of those arms around me and in an instant, I am understood. When I am blind of all else, I see the way through you.

Beau Taplin • T h e W a y (via afadthatlastsforever)

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No matter how devastating or terrible the truth, always be clear and forthcoming with those who have placed their trust in you. Even when honesty hurts, it heals. And it’s better to be despised for what you have done, than inflict unnecessary damage on the heart of someone you've loved.

Beau Taplin • H o n e s t y H e a l s (via afadthatlastsforever)

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Meet me in my unconscious. I’ve been looking for you.

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I have sanded down the sharpest corners of my broken heart so that it does not damage your fingers when you take it from me. What I am trying to say is, your hands are more precious to me than even my jagged little heart could ever be. Imagine how much I will love your soul if that is what your fingers mean to me.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

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elizagonzalez

They kept asking me, ‘What does the poem mean? What does the poem mean?’ And it was frustrating me because poems don’t mean. They suggest. They enact. They provoke.

Richard Siken (via egracely)

Omg, yes

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I asked if you could love my every page, so you gently read them, and sewed them through yourself. You looked at me and decided to be the spine of my book, to keep me strong. A part of me, a part of you.

B. E. Barnes (via hushed-words)