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…
It starts the same way every time. You tell yourself this one’s different. You replay the way they said your name, the three-dot typing bubble that lingered too long, the song they posted after your first date. And suddenly, you’re…
It always starts with a photo. Two people leaving a restaurant not too close, not too far. Someone’s wearing a cap low enough to say “privacy please”, and yet the flash still finds them. Suddenly, timelines ignite, comments multiply, and…
You can tell a lot about a person by the way they sleep. Not just how long but when. The early risers, eyes open before sunrise, already scrolling headlines. The night owls, blinking at 2 a.m., convinced the internet suddenly…
You open Instagram intending to check one message. Five minutes later, you’re knee-deep in someone’s vacation montage set to a trending audio, debating whether to post that one sunset video you’ve been hoarding since July. You know the one slightly…
It starts with the shoes. You know, the ones you convince yourself are “for running” but somehow only ever see morning sunlight when you’re emotionally spiraling or trying to clear your head before work. The air feels a little different…