Ari Eastman

Being an adult is hard. It’s responsibility and sacrifice and this panicky feeling in your stomach that you’re behind everyone else your age.

I have no interest in calling penetration love. Love has penetrated me enough times to know you hurt something over and over again and it will callus over

You can’t love me halfway. You either want all of me or none of it. I’m not a project you get to start and abandon when things get hard or something else seems more intriguing.

Completely ignore them.

When a woman tells you no, that is the end of the conversation. It does not continue. You don’t find a loophole or think it just means you’ve got to try a little harder.

I love you as effortlessly as breathing. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t know how to do it. I don’t remember a time when it didn’t feel second nature.

You’re able pick up on tiny changes in energy or body language, which can cause you to overthink situations.

Be with someone who, even on the worst days, does something weird or silly that inevitably cracks a smile on your face. The kind of person who will embarrass themselves just because they know it will make you explode in laughter.

You do not tell them. You won’t ask for something they cannot give. You won’t risk losing someone you love so much.

So what if you want to show some skin? He thinks you look sexy as hell and isn’t intimidated by other men seeing how great you look too.

Gave me full AUX cord privileges.

Whenever someone says, “I’m dead inside,” they are saying, “I’m scared.” Something has happened to them in the past, or maybe a bunch of somethings, and they’ve decided it’s safer to build up walls.

He gets weird about being called boyfriend. He’s never open to having a discussion about what you are to each other. Instead, he just mutters vague statements like, “Let’s just see what happens.”

That doesn’t mean I’ve stopped wanting love. That doesn’t mean my fluttery heart has turned cold. That doesn’t mean I’ll ever give up on the thought of someone wonderful coming along.

Pisces: “To be honest, I’m probably crying right now.”

Love is messy. Love is vulnerability, and vulnerability means imperfection. It’s you showing the parts of yourself that aren’t beautiful. It means honesty in the ugliness.

Nick Viall is almost too great to be The Bachelor. I’m so pleasantly shocked. Remember Farmer Chris? Yikes. This is our treat for suffering through that fiasco.

I have felt every damn thing you are feeling right now. And it isn’t fun. It’s heartbreaking, confusing, desperate. Even the most innocent text becomes a sign of hope.