My generation only inhabits this world. We have not built it and we are too Balkanized to deconstruct it.
Because it’s Twitter. The virtual high-school that we may never graduate from.
Yes, I went there.
Imagine guys posting “My #MCM this week is my bro Allen. Your chiseled jaw is so masculine and handsome. SLAY, my dude!!!”
You’ll want to share these with all your friends.
Using Google Earth and various media clips and police statements, this new theory explains why everything you’ve heard about Mike Brown’s shooting has been a lie from day one.
A mysterious Facebook status update insinuating I’m doing something really cool or trendy, posted on a Saturday night when I’m home alone and nobody has texted me to make plans.
What initially began as a plan for me to find inner peace and escape from the chaos my life soon became the reason I could finally get work done.
I’d rather be in a human centipede than a group text.
You swiped past me while you looked away from your phone to flush the toilet.