I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t need anything from Amazon today.

I used to be cool and now I say things like “It’s so loud in here, I can’t hear myself think”.

I can’t wait until I’m old enough to pretend I can’t hear.

I cannot hear a word you are saying if your hoodie strings are uneven.

How many calories do you burn waiting to hear back?

I am woman, hear me roar but also meow because I am sensitive.

I don’t know who needs to hear this but you’re not dying, it’s just Monday.

Job applications be like “how did you hear about us?”. Bro why, was it a secret?

I’m not your dream woman. I am the sudden shouting of ravens that you hear when you enter a part of the forest you shouldn’t have.

I said “cool tattoo” to be nice not because I wanted to hear the 45 minute origin story.

Hear me out: agenda reveal parties for people we don’t trust.

Hate when people ask “why is it called Silence of the Lambs?” Like, did you hear any lambs during the movie? Use your head!

That moment when you realize “yeah, this person is never gonna hear from me again” is so crazy.

If you think I’m rude, you should hear the voices in my head.

ChatGPT is down right now and if you listen closely, you can hear millions of content creators screaming.

I like my music at a volume where I can’t hear you.

I purposely overcook my holiday turkeys so I don’t have to hear anyone at the table say, “moist.”

When I hear the word “horror”, the first thing I think of is bills, not Halloween.

I was dismayed to hear the story of Rumpelstiltskin. I had no idea he was like that outside of work.

Stop bringing shitty Bluetooth speakers on hikes. No one came to the woods to hear you listen to Katy Perry.

When I see chocolate, I hear two voices inside me. One says: “Eat it!”. The other says: “Did you hear that? You’re supposed to eat it!”

Hear me out, a Q-Tip that doesn’t bounce out the trash can when you throw it away.

Light is faster than sound. That’s why people seem so bright until you hear them talk.

As an exorcist, whenever I hear of some new poor soul possessed by a demon, all I can think is Ka-Ching!

My soul leaving my body when the lecturer says “let’s hear from someone who hasn’t spoken yet”