Ari Eastman

I like imagining you, a little drunk, giving me a hard time about something. 

She smokes cigarettes. But only when she drinks, she says.

It’s easy to be wise in theory. A lot harder in practice.

You wake up and you go to sleep and everything in between resembles the day before. It’s not boring, exactly. But it’s safe.

I guarantee there’s nothing you need to tell me that can’t be expressed over a text or email. 

There are things inside me I am dying to scream. But instead, I’m whispering.

It’s about dragons and incest, right? Also, Ed Sheeran is in it.

It feels like people have a sixth sense for this kind of thing. Like all our exes, our former flames, the loves we were so desperate for to come back are all in a secret club that we have no knowledge of.