Ari Eastman

That fluttery feeling you get when they look your way is probably just acid reflux. And sure, you find yourself imagining their perfect face whenever you zone off, but I mean, that’s suuuuper normal. Everyone thinks about kissing their friends. Kissing is FRIENDLY.

You tell each other the same stories over and over again. About halfway through you have a tendency to interject, “Wait, have I told you this before?” And the answer is always yes.

Even if it brought sorrow, you could imagine a life without me. You couldn’t do the same with her.

I know you tried. And I don’t doubt that you loved me. In your way. In the almosts. In the quiet moments before the sunrise. It was always something. But never enough. Never the thing I could take home for Thanksgiving.

You’ll learn the art of forgiveness. Forgiveness does not mean forgetting. Holding onto anger or toxicity will harm you, not the person who hurt you. You can forgive someone and still not invite them back into your life.

If you’re on a tight budget right now, you can’t afford that puppy you keep dreaming about. I’m sorry. Tough love, kid.

Chronic fatigue syndrome isn’t just feeling like you could use a good nap. It’s a misunderstood illness that comes with a whole host of symptoms.

You get lost in crowds. Like, literally. You’ve gotten separated from your family and, because of your short stature, it wasn’t easy to locate you.

The, ‘Oh, we’re just talking’ phase. This phase is the overthinker’s kryptonite. Like, what does that even mean? Are you dating? Are you literally just talking — like having very average conversations that don’t mean anything?! Almost anything can full under the “talking” category and it will drive a poor overthinker insane. JUST NARROW IT DOWN, PLZ!

Yes, it’s finally here. 6 God officially dropped “Views” which means one thing – YA’LL GETTING DRUNK AND MARVIN’S ROOMING TONIIIIIGHT.

I know things have been extra hard for you lately. There’s a heaviness that weighs on your chest when you wake up. You feel like Atlas, holding up a sky that you didn’t ask for.

You love with a gentleness. This time, you aren’t crossing the street with both eyes shut. This time, you are checking. This time, you are loving without being blind.

Harry and I met while I was on a poetry tour in London. There was this instant, palpable feeling that we already knew each other.

like lavender scented candles and string lights fastened to every corner of the universe.

I mean, T. Swift has a point. Bandaids don’t fix bullet holes. And time, as forgiving as it can be, does not swoop in like a magical antidote and permanently smooth out the left over scab. If the mark was deep enough, the scab will scar. And the scar will stay.

You’re easily influenced by the energy of others. You hurt when those you love hurt. And not just because you care about them; you just seriously hurt.

Because yeah, they probably ARE watching, but who cares? Someone is playing Beyoncé over loudspeakers in the grocery store and you’re expected NOT to break it down in the frozen food aisle? Mmmm, I don’t think so.

Being your wife will be an honor, but it won’t be my identity. I am so proud to be part of your life, to grow old together, to share whatever comes our way. But being Your Wife won’t become all that I am. Being Your Wife will never be my title. First and foremost, I am Me.