“My mother calls it the pretty hate. It comes on you like a fever when someone you love up and leaves you… — Ava Ayers Copy Share Image
“My mother calls it the pretty hate. It comes on you like a fever when someone you love up and leaves you with nothing… — Ava Ayers Copy Share Image
“People will always walk their own road and you cannot drag them onto yours. But, if you happen to wander into the path of… — Ava Ayers Copy Share Image
“Should I stop?” he said. I heard voices from far away and he stopped moving his fingers. I grabbed his wrist and pressed his… — Ava Ayers Copy Share Image
“There is a pivotal point in every interaction between humans which sets the course in their relationship. Do you hide or do you shine?… — Ava Ayers Copy Share Image
“That I’ve horrified many flight attendants across the globe with my oft-thought morbid ritual of listening to Tuesday’s Gone as we fly through the… — Ava Ayers Copy Share Image
