My name is Aza. I like literature, art, humans, and all things pretty and ugly alike.

~ LDS. BYU. Elem Ed major. INFP. modern vampire of pity. ~

Currently Reading: The Zahir by Paulo Coelho

Artwork of Stefan Sagmeister.

Artwork of Stefan Sagmeister.

lehroi:

Jeffrey Michael Austin

I’m Not Worried About You, 2014.

And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.

Intimacy, Hanif Kureishi

(via feigenbaumsworld)
“Touching someone is like using their first name.”
Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses (via bkcreativity)
“You say I resemble a flower; I partly agree; My brain is governed by black petals of burnt daisies.”
Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters  (via mirroir)
“Daughters are bright eyes, bright wounds, dark red on her knees, no tears, none at all. Denver, concrete grey and bubblegum sky and a lift in your voice. White topped and green bellied. our lungs wider than ever, lakes as a teaspoon into the ground. Daughters as sugar cubes, as cut glass, no tears, none at all. Sierra is lazier than this, belly kisses and diamonds and hungry palms. When we look hard, she disappears in the light.”
“Bring me warm rain and dried lavender and you. I want you most of all.”
Emery Allen (via petrichour)
“I’m trying."
“Trying what?”
“Trying to be.”
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via splitterherzen)
“I get madder and madder on giving back what I feel.”
Claude Monet (via claudemonet-art)

tealjesus:

deerhoof:

the future is here and it’s horrible

i laughed way too hard at theses omg. the chip one. i can’t

“Listen, I’m not entirely comfortable being human.”
Buddy Wakefield (via wordsnquotes)