Ari Eastman

Grocery stores are magical places with so many things you want to try.

My fingers still hesitate sometimes and I don’t know why it’s so scary to be steady with you.

My dysfunction with food had nothing to do with how I looked and everything to do with a funny sounding word with a horribly crippling meaning: emetophobia.

You LOVE dairy. You love it so much you just want to shout it from the rooftops, proclaim your affection to any stranger you see.

Thank you, but I can vote, order myself a margarita, and have my own car insurance. I’m not a child.

I used to envy some of my friends and how easily they entered casual relationships. They didn’t need to know they were in love or immediately envision a future.

I know, just as you do, there is no quick fix to this feeling. I can’t string together the perfect collection of words to make it better or easier. If I could, I’d be doing it always.

She’s not going to try and conceal anything. If something’s going on, she’s going to talk to you about it. You won’t have to play any guessing games with her. She’ll always be upfront and honest.

If they leave, you have to let them go. Because otherwise? You will sit waiting in the driveway.

“Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”

“I searched Groupon for cheap, interesting sounding classes. I ended up taking a mixology class (so fun!) and also a photography workshop. It felt good to just…enjoy stuff? I talked to people I wouldn’t have otherwise met and kept my mind busy.”

“Sex probably wasn’t as great as I remembered it.”

Maybe it’s okay to not get over someone. Maybe it’s okay that they have left an indelible mark on your heart.

He/she will not stop crying. Nobody can even pinpoint the source of tears, it seems to be about everything. It runs the gamut from ex lover turmoil to just crying because the party ran out of Fireball.

Break ups suck because A) the pain of losing someone is the worst and quite frankly B) the idea of having to start all over again is EXHAUSTING.

Moments that should be huge celebrations come with bittersweet feelings. Graduations. Birthdays. Achievements. Weddings. Anything huge and momentous also feels like a reminder.

I was probably 5 or 6. He was my next door neighbor and we’d usually play in our front yards. We were talking about what we were gonna be when we grew up. I said a veterinarian and he said he wanted to be my husband.

Liquid courage has you spilling your guts and let’s be honest, someone should have taken away your phone.