Ari Eastman

Letting go does not mean erasing your mind of all that came before. Letting go just means giving yourself permission to start again.

When you have depression, all you want is to feel normal. People aren’t faking or doing it for attention or any other ridiculous reason you might think.

And when the tears dry, because eventually they will, stand back up. If your legs feel too wobbly, lean on something sturdy. You don’t have to do this all at once. You’re allowed to take baby steps.

DMed a D-list celebrity and ended up sexting.

The moment doesn’t matter anymore. It doesn’t matter if you miss me, the sex, or are just lonely. You’re too late.

“It takes me a long time to trust someone enough to let them into my inner circle. I worry that my constant worrying will push people away. Yeah, I worry about my worrying.”

it’s not about building up walls,
it’s about not liking anyone enough
to invite them inside for coffee.

I hope you find a way to shed that armor you’ve been donning. Forgive me for how grossly cheesy this is, but that heart of yours is so good.

It was hugely influential to me, to see this brilliant and dynamic woman who, like me, had bipolar disorder and struggled with very human things.

The heart doesn’t always listen to the brain. No matter how hard you plead. No matter how logical you try to be.

very little gets done,
it is mostly still, you in the corner –
a crumpled thing.
a broken clock nobody thinks to fix.
dishes in the sink.

my life is a series of revolving doors – i mean, men
and how badly i want something to stick

He kisses you with an open mouth and texts you about your smile, and you relax into the fictional romcom you’ve crafted. It’s going to happen. You can feel it.

I know I should just shut my phone off and continue living. I know after all this time, I shouldn’t still want you.

The only designer you know is Forever 21.

Instead, I’ll love you in the present. I’ll love you in the moment, in the here and now.

When someone doesn’t return affection, the chance at love stops right there. It wilts into something else. Something that can feel just as powerful as love. And that, my friends, is infatuation.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve found that kind of love doesn’t come from snagging the perfect mate.