Who Would You Be in a TikTok Reality House? The first thing you’d notice isn’t the house itself.It’s the ring lights. A dozen of them. They glow like halos over messy bedrooms and kitchen islands, turning ordinary faces into filters,…
It’s funny how texting became a kind of language exam we never studied for.No grammar books. No teachers. Just the vague pressure of tone, timing, and tiny bubbles that decide whether you seem chill or chaotic. You can tell a…
A few months ago, I scrolled past a photo of the Pope wearing a white puffer jacket. Gucci-level swagger, hand raised like a runway model. I didn’t question it for a second. Why would I? The lighting looked right, the…
There’s something weirdly comforting about fast food mascots.Maybe it’s nostalgia for those Saturday afternoons watching bright commercials before cartoons. Or maybe it’s the fact that they’ve quietly evolved into something deeper: cultural mirrors of who we are when no one’s…
You don’t plan to go viral. Nobody really does. One minute you’re scrolling half-asleep at 2 AM, the next you’re wondering why a stranger in Peru just liked your video of a falling water bottle that somehow landed upright. That’s…
It usually hits you somewhere between your third scroll and your fourth existential crisis. You’re watching someone post a sunset run with a caption like “healing era, but make it aesthetic” and suddenly you wonder if you’re living life, or…
The internet never forgets, but it sure loves to pretend it does. One wrong joke, one tone-deaf emoji, one midnight thought typed in lowercase and suddenly, your timeline’s a courtroom.But what if I told you, somewhere between “apology notes app”…
Let’s be honest for a second. Nobody just watches things anymore. You sit down to “relax,” hit play on Netflix, and three minutes later you’re checking who viewed your story, replying to a text, maybe Googling the name of that…
It’s 2:13 a.m., your third cup of instant coffee has gone cold, and your notes look like they were written by a sleep-deprived spider. The group chat is on fire half the people are panicking, the other half are pretending…
It always starts as a joke.Someone at brunch says, “You’re totally the one who trauma-bonds with baristas,” and everyone laughs a little too hard. You sip your coffee, pretending it’s not entirely true. But later that night, when you’re scrolling…