So my avatar paid rent in Second Life… and won.

I asked it to do laundry.

Turns out my digital self has better Wi-Fi than my actual self.

I cried when I saw my profile pic—my ghost got more likes than my tears.

They say beauty’s now NFT-ified.

My mom’s Korean filter says ‘just smile’.

My dad’s Afro-neural net says ‘stay real’.

I edited myself for $0.99 on Etsy.

You ever feel your avatar loves you more?

Comment section: open for soul uploads.

She wore her silence like a dress… and it fit too well.

I saw this photo and immediately checked my phone — was this edited by Vogue? Or did she just accidentally become the entire aesthetic of late-night Brooklyn? No filters. No captions. Just her walking past the subway mirrors like a ghost who remembered how to be beautiful without trying.

The way she held her collarbone like it was stitched from liquid gold? That’s not fashion — that’s emotional archaeology.

They said ‘perfect proportions’ — I said ‘perfect loneliness.’

You ever felt invisible but still the main character in your own story?

Comment section: war zone or therapy?