Love, Apptually

An alive girl reflection on love in the digital age

This January, I swore off Hinge forever. I was attempting to shed a bad habit I’d picked up where I started my mornings by opening Hinge, swipe swipe swiping and then going right back to bed in an attempt to nap away the emptiness or disgust or whatever repressed feeling was brought up.

After a week (or two. maybe three.) of letting this depreciative pha…