Ari Eastman

Now is deciding to get over the fear of sleeping with someone else and leaning into an arm around my waist. Now is actually liking it.

I also will stop trying to assess if people on Instagram are fake smiling or genuine smiling.

I know there is no right way to be alive. I know there is sometimes just this, survival. And dirt. And clawing our way out of the thick of it.

Real friends see each other in the shit and dark and areas they don’t want others to see. They see it and say, “I love you, you freak.”

You never wanted to live in Los Angeles. I never wanted to live in New York. There we were, standing on two different ends of the country unwilling to find common ground.

I am scared of good things because good things do not last.

Be hurt. Be disappointed. Be honest. But don’t condemn someone for all these feelings.

WOW, SERIOUSLY FUCK OLIVER!!!!

Women can do whatever they want. They can be whoever they want. Women are rejecting being placed in such a rigid box. They are climbing up the corporate ladder. They are turning passion projects into career paths.

good God your mouth
and all the things it says

You treat your body poorly.

Jim would have left Scranton for a cooler city way earlier. Pam would have married someone like Roy.

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

To name a few, she’s written hits for Britney Spears, Gwen Stefani, Selena Gomez, and Nick Jonas.

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

I have always been a little terrified at my luck. And that’s so gross to say. Obnoxious, really.

Seeing your friend win is honestly amazing. Even if you wanted to win.

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