dating

your lips are tinted crimson and i think i am like the changing leaves, except autumn is a season and made entirely of you. 

I have never been a huge fan of dating apps. In fact, I had sworn off of them several months ago, after another relationship with someone I had met online had dramatically imploded.

Once she’d drifted off, I was comfortable enough to communicate the heaviness of my thoughts, knowing that she couldn’t listen. 

As someone who has tumbled through her fair share of heartbreak and separations, I know my number-one comfort during this utter loneliness is indulging in the cheesiness and dramatics of dating shows!

These apps are the dining-hall-egg-flavored vape cartridge of the masses, but this also happens to be what makes them fun.

Hookups and crushes frequently subbed in and out, dates to Yogurt Park and sexual escapades only short plays in a larger game.

My first kiss should have been an innocent moment with the boy I spent my freshman year of high school crushing on. But instead, it released your memory.

You can call it Stockholm syndrome or simply my love of cheap chocolate, but I’ve always enjoyed Valentine's Day, whether or not I was in a relationship 

So, growing up with hearing only horror stories — and now hearing only the fairy tales — begs the question in my mind: Are dating apps really that bad?