Ari Eastman

I love you. It’s not your fault, but I’m still really mad that you’re dead.

My mom is like you took all the Cool Mom aspects of Lorelai but put them in the most selfless, understanding, empathic human.

You sleep a lot. And then don’t sleep when you should.

Raise your hand if you used to belt this song as a small child and only now realize how inappropriately sexual it is. ✋✋

I am convinced there is something inside me
that does not want me to be happy

Because you are a hell of a lot stronger than you’re giving yourself credit for.

like oh my god
I think there was garlic
in the last thing I ate

I swipe through Tinder unimpressed. No. No. No. No.

for one night, I didn’t want to be cute
or pleasant, or nice enough.

I want to build
a bookshelf for all your thoughts

Trusting someone, anyone, means uncertainty and uncertainty to an anxious mind is terrible.

In a world of roughly seven billion people, losing this one won’t ruin you.

I sit down to write an essay and I delete every word. My brain has been a trash bag lately.

You’re still hung up on an ex or someone from your past.

Your heart is not made of glass. It doesn’t break just because it hurts. It’s not beyond repair just because it feels a little bruised.

men who left because their masculinity felt threatened while waiting in your shadow never deserved to bask in your glow.

Being an adult is wanting to run up to anyone who looks nice and saying, “Want to be my friend?” but knowing you probably shouldn’t.

To say Olivia Gatwood is a powerhouse of a poet still somehow feels like an undersell.