I changed by not changing at all.

risingphoenixpress

When I ask you what I should
yell into the Pacific, you remind me
I do not need to be angry, and I don’t get it. How
should I know any other way to show my love,
but split open, wide and gaping—a wound, a mouth.

Alain Ginsberg, A Mouth, A Wound, A Word, published in Rising Phoenix Review
(via wildfairy)

the-next-level

I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.

Franz Kafka: Franz Kafka’s The Castle (via the-next-level)