Ionce fell in love with a man’s hand. Not his face. Not his personality. Just his hand in an Instagram reel, holding a coffee cup and wearing a stack of silver rings. There was also a woman who stopped me midscroll with her ‘fit check, twirling around like a modern Stevie Nicks. I’ll admit, I was feral. I was also in my ovulation phase (if that means anything to you at all).

Let’s call it being horny for the sake of horniness — and not even for a specific person, but for their aesthetic. In the golden age of TikTok thirst traps , it is my hot take that many of us are no longer crushing on people — we’re crushing on their online vibes. Emotions are confusing; vibes are simple. They say just enough to let you spiral on your own time.

There’s the guy who makes soup shirtless, the sad girl

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