Ari Eastman

If a group of Expired Cottage Cheese Men want to tell me what I should do with my uterus (but think my emergency cesarean section or postpartum depression should disqualify me from insurance coverage), why can’t I yell at them for this cystic pimple that is so deep and painful I can’t even POP it??!?

To me, love means a whole mess of things. You’ve got the the traditional stuff: commitment, support, dedication, an understanding that Netflix and chill literally means we have to watch this documentary, seriously Adam, I’ve been waiting for it come out for months now, we can fool around when it’s over I promise.

13 Reasons Why is literally everywhere.

I wasn’t an athlete, wasn’t a theater kid. I wasn’t in leadership class. I wasn’t a stoner. I wasn’t popular, but I wasn’t unpopular either.

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.

You think that fake leather jacket you got from Forever 21 a million years ago counts as a winter coat.

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.

Whaaaaat? She’s 5 minutes away!! WHAT A RUSH.

Hey, remember that time when you weren’t exhausted? Me neither.

It’s the men who pride themselves on their nobility, on their deepness, on how sensitive and understanding they are of women. They see your soul! Didn’t you know that?