...my inclination toward an action always plummets in direct correlation to someone's demand. Call me contrary.
Ann AguirreFor love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as
personal choice.
He is not the same person as when we
met, but . . . neither am I. Time has refined us, but instead of pushing us apart, we’re closer than ever.
Tags: relationships
We stand a professional distance apart, as if I can’t feel his pain screaming in my head. Mine amplifies his; they share a joint sound—that of glass breaking—until they swell to a crescendo that deafens.
Ann AguirreTags: pain distance breaking screaming
To my mind, modern life just offers too many numbers that we're supposed to keep track of.
Ann AguirreMore than most, I know the pain of surviving.
Ann AguirreI imagine the ones we’ve lost as ghosts who prowl about the edges of the light, waiting for us to join them. Sometimes that’s terrifying, and sometimes it’s reassuring, a promise of homecoming.
Ann AguirreDying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.
Ann AguirreSurvival feels like cowardice.
Ann AguirreI don’t think I’ve ever seen your handwriting before. It’s an oddly personal thing, isn’t it?
Ann AguirreTags: personal handwriting
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