Ari Eastman

You call your parents for reasons other than needing financial help. Like, you know, just to say hello.

Sing your guilty pleasure song at the top of your lungs.

Um, you actually do give a f*ck. You give plenty.

If you let me go too gently, I will ask that you stay.

My friend says I should be making out with strangers in bars, that not everyone has to be The One. But that’s not really my style. I’ve never known how to lust.

We’re so full of wrong, but when we’re together, it feels right.

Following someone on social media does not mean you know them.

I hope you never proceed with caution; you proceed with reckless abandon.

Thank you for not loving me in spite of things. Thank you for loving me for everything.

You aren’t obligated to pretend things are dandy 24/7.

I could kiss you behind in the alley
when your shift ends
and no one would even know.

Find out they like something and suddenly become a certified expert on it.

Time was never really on our side. But we were sure it would be. It had to be.

“She would steal my clothes, take photos in them, tell people she wanted to be just like me, etc. People often told me in confidence that I was on the verge of having one of those stalker roomies.”

Hook ups? Seeing other people? Skipping towards the aisle together? It’s a good idea to be on the same page.

I wish I could tell you what you’re hoping to hear. I want to rush in the door with a letter from your hopeful suitor. I would be your Chris Harrison.

You’ve had enough people telling you it will get better. You won’t always miss them. You won’t always think of them when you hear that one song, or see a person wearing a sweater like they had.

Forgive those who hurt you. I get it, it’s so much easier said than done. But when we hold onto anger and hurt, it builds up as toxic energy in our bodies.