Thought Catalog

Age of Social Media

I’m over the passive aggressive posts, the calculated captions, and the pictures of every single insignificant moment or memory, just for it to mean something. Just for it to be validated by someone else. Just for the 495 Instagram followers to tap their screen twice then move on.

Love never wanted to be started and bound and tied down by contracts, engagements, and marriages. It never wished to be ended by pieces of paper called divorces. It didn’t dream about being forced, being unhappy or making sacrifices.