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I promised myself that I won't send her friend request as it will make me look like a desperate guy who just wants to get inside her, which I don't want to look like. I searched her name on F******k, and I saw twenty three results. I sighed and looked at each profile to find hers. and after a few minutes I finally found hers, it seemed like she just made one now. because her profile was new and the date and details were visible. I haven't hit the request button yet, and I won't until I have a proper talk with her. gazing at her profile photo i smiled, how can someone look so good all the time ? I guess it's one of her school pics that she kept as a profile picture. it was not clear but her t

Either they want the portrait to look very realistic, capturing reality as accurately as possible or they would want the portrait to be a slightly better-looking version of themselves. If I’m to leave the customers to choose then I’ll probably end up with both types of requests and that meant that I had to be comfortable in delivering both types as well. “I think a man can be beautiful. It’s not strange. You were very pretty too as a kid…” I said before smiling brightly at him. The blond boy I saw in the photo looked like a little angel. I didn’t know what his character was like back then just from a photo, but I couldn’t say that his character right now matches his face.

They read, “So we’re thinking of running this advertisement on multiple platforms, right? We still need to figure out which photo we’re going to use so that I can get it formatted. Should we have the one with just you or the one with you and Harper? There are some examples on the back of this page. Please let me know which one you like the best and I’ll get this rolling ASAP.” When I saw my own name written there, my stomach turned. I wasn’t even entirely sure what I was upset about yet, but I had a feeling I was being betrayed somehow. What is all this? What is Bastian asking? I slowly flipped over the paper. On the back of the page, was a picture of Gabe and I standing on his patio with th

Disappointingly, most of it was set to private, but I could see his profile picture. It was of him sitting on a wall with a beer in his hand. A wide smile plastered over his face, his hair messily dangling around his features. His t-shirt hung round his slim frame, causing his perfect body to show through. He really was stunning. He may not be attractive to some girls as he was not very muscley, and his clothes weren’t particularly fashionable. But to me, he was perfect. I started to imagine being able to run my hand through his messy hair, how it would feel to have his hand on the small of my back as he leant in to my face. I imagined a soft and tender kiss. The kind only lovers share.

She paused on one photo and zoomed in. “maya,” she whispered. “What?” “My nose looks amazing here, why didn't you tell me ” I blinked. “Congrats?” “I knew it! I knew my side profile was underrated!” she yelled like she just won the lottery. “post this one first. no no wait. THIS one, no! post both.” “You can’t post two pictures of your face back to back,” I said. “Why not?!” “People will think you’re obsessed with yourself.” “I am obsessed with myself!”

I was tired of curating silence. I stared at my profile photo—the same one from a year ago. Glossy. Professional. Edited within an inch of its life. Fallon Callahan, the brand. Not Fallon Prescott, the woman still trying to trust her reflection in the mirror. I changed it. Uploaded a candid photo Mia had taken during our last brunch. I wasn’t posing. I wasn’t styled. I was just… there. Laughing, sunlight tangled in my hair, a half-eaten croissant on the plate in front of me. My smile was small but real.

seemed to have become more slender. Chris looked at Paige. Paige blushed, feeling awkward. She said, "This… is the built-in beauty mode. It slims the face and enlarges the eyes. Many photo apps nowadays come with various beauty features catering to female users. "...Are you sure it's on beauty mode?" Chris asked, skeptical. He felt that the beautified versions of both him and Paige looked less appealing than their normal selves. Chris didn't say anything about it, but the standard facial features combined with the slimming function made his face appear narrow and pointed, resembling a goblin from folklore.

They were married, lying about their looks, or had some other shady reason to stay anonymous. But these photos didn't feel dishonest. They felt… intentional. Artistic. Like he wanted to show a lifestyle and a personality without giving away a face. And the body I could glimpse in the shots was definitely appealing. He was tall, athletic, and well-dressed. There was something in the composition of the images that hinted at intelligence, maybe even sophistication. The bio was just as cryptic. [Londoner who believes in genuine conversations, unexpected discoveries, and the magic of unplanned moments.]

I was trying to contact a girl through F******k with my profile picture appearing in the dictionary, illustrating the phrase: 'Babe Repellant'. I swiftly swapped it out for a shirtless picture of me from the previous summer at a beach in Spain. I'm no model, certainly, but I also don't feel like I have to put on a shirt these days before I go say hello to a girl. I figure that worked for online as well... How about that other new website? Not Myspace... Instaphoto? I*******m. The one with square pictures and all the filters to disguise how shitty smartphone cameras were. I didn't know a lot of friends who were on it, but it was worth a shot.

“I think I have just what you are looking for.” A mischievous smile spreads across my face. “Oh, I need to look for an amazing picture for my profile, too. I want something that will make Brett cream his shorts, but not something too flashy that will chase the girls away. I need to be friends with both.”