“Likes your story” is a declaration of love.

Everything I like is either expensive, illegal, or wont text me back.

Breaking: man who liked me first no longer likes me.

Mr. Mixed Signals decided he likes me today.

If you’re the type of person who likes to be left alone, I’m with you. Better yet, I’m not with you.

Welcome to your 50s: You’re not attracted to anyone who likes you.

My kids are smart but sometimes they say dumb stuff like, “Mom, why do you always buy Snickers when you’re the only one who likes them?”

Thinking the bodega owner likes you is exactly the same as thinking the stripper likes you.

My body is a machine that turns traumatic experiences into 10 likes on X.

What can I buy my wife for Valentine’s Day that finally proves to her once and for all that I have absolutely no idea what she likes or who she is?

My boss said he likes how I remain so calm under pressure. Can’t tell him it’s because I don’t give a shit.

Nothing brings neighbors together like a few cops cars in front of another neighbor’s house that no one likes.

Not being able to see Likes on posts is a tragedy. Love it when two people are arguing and you can see all their little backup dancers.

God, on inventing the tiger: “Okay, so this is going to be some kind of cat that likes to eat Frosted Flakes.”

I’m not humiliating myself here for 3 likes. 10 maybe but not 3.

Don’t judge me on my likes, I’m confusing the algorithm.

Don’t ever get excited if your kid likes a new food. They won’t like it tomorrow.

Sure, I could keep my thoughts to myself but I can’t see “Likes” in my journal.