Social media should charge you based on how long you scroll.
Every minute costs you €0.10.
That means if you scroll for 3 hours, you just paid €18 to watch strangers dance and argue.
Suddenly TikTok doesn't hit the same when it's draining your bank account.
People would delete apps faster than they installed them.
Dopamine would cost real money and everyone would touch grass again.
Maybe I just solved phone addiction.
September Will Expose If You’re Fucking Serious Or Not.
1st September. A fresh month. And guess what? It lands on a Monday too. That’s not just a date, it’s a reset button. This is your chance to prove whether you’re actually serious about your goals or just good at talking about them. Yes, the year’s almost over, but that doesn’t mean you’re out of time. Four months is enough to change everything if you stop playing small. Every day you waste scrolling or making excuses, someone else is building discipline, stacking wins, and getting closer. September is the test. Show up, build habits, stay consistent, and stop fucking around. By the end of this month, it’ll be obvious whether you’re real or just pretending.
A teenager didn’t give up his seat for an older man.
People glared, muttered under their breath.
The driver finally asked him to stand.
He stood slowly, revealing a leg brace under his jeans.
The bus went silent.
It reminded me never rush to judge what you cannot see.
Y'all see these simps celebrating Taylor swift getting married?
14 exes, 100+ d*cks, and now she's "Settled"?
The last thing a man should be happy about is Taylor Swift getting married.
This 35-year-old degenerate has spent her entire life c*ck-hopping between beta orbiters, leaving a trail of emotional wreckage in her wake. And now these pathetic simps are celebrating her settling down?
Bro, what's wrong with you? She's a professional c*cktease who's been passed around like a blunt. Now some poor dude's stuck with her herpes and daddy issues.
You're not "happy for her." You're just jealous that you'll never be the one she settles for.
So either grow a pair and stop being a fucking simp, or shut the hell up.