A Not So Meet Cute

The same fire that once burned bras now fuels the comments section.

We live in a society where too many women tear each other down instead of raising each other up. That’s absurd to me. We need to empower one another, teach future generations of girls that it’s important to stand together. Once upon a time, we had a common goal and a common enemy. We were burning bras, and fighting for the right to vote. Now we’re body shaming each other on social media and blaming the mistress if our man cheats.

The Chase · Elle Kennedy

The difference between being remembered and being known.

Last night, she told him hers was Jess. She lied, but only because she can’t say her real name—one of the vicious little details tucked like nettles in the grass. Hidden barbs designed to sting. What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind? She has learned to step between the thorny weeds, but there are some cuts that cannot be avoided—a memory, a photograph, a name.

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue · V.E. Schwab

Some love feels less like a shelter than a match.

Maybe this isn’t the kind of love that deserves to exist. Maybe it’s the kind that wars start over. The kind that topples empires and never leaves the world better than it found it.

The Night We Met · Abby Jimenez