Instagram Photo Upload Quotes

I’ve been doing the same thing for eight years, and I know it doesn’t help anyone. I know the world would be a better place if jobs like mine didn’t exist. I know I take advantage of people’s insecurities and their desire to thrive in a society where no one can improve. And I know this because even I, after an eight-hour day full of elevator conversations that drive me to low-stakes suicidal ideation (like stapling my hand to get out of a meeting that makes me understand the true meaning of the word “infinite,” or pouring boiling water from the office kettle onto myself so I can spend five to ten days at home with my feet up), still believe that the solution to all my problems will be a floral Zara dress made in Bangladesh that has followed me on every website I’ve visited today, and that, in all certainty, will be worn by millions of women on the street next season. I still believe that dress will turn me into a different woman, a happy, carefree, springtime version of myself. I know that when you buy something, what you’re paying for is the promise of a better life. I know I’m also taking advantage of and accepting money from mediocre clients who think the greatest act of creativity is your smell, of leaving an impression, of not being a gray, boring person who spends two hours of their life every day getting to and from work. I sell the possibility that today, yes, today, with the help of that floral perfume, something extraordinary will happen to you. I’m not selling the umpteenth vacuum cleaner that no one needs; I’m selling the idea of having a nice, clean house, of being able to take a photo of that cute little corner you decorated Pinterest-style, uploading it on Instagram, and getting a lot of likes. Then I pitch a creative idea that’s like all the other creative ideas, the ones that came before and the ones that will come afterward. The lipstick effect. The smell of memories. Your dream house. They buy my idea, they pay us, I get congratulated, and we start all over again.

Pehle log 'yaad' keliye photo khichaaya karte the.. Aaj kal FB pe upload karne ke liye 'yaad se' kheechate hai ;)

Nearly 72 hours of video are uploaded to YouTube, three million pieces of content shared by Facebook users, and 230,000 new photos posted on Instagram—every minute. More than 90 million websites are built every year. And perhaps the most sobering statistic: five exabytes (or 5 billion billion bytes) of data could store all the words ever spoken by humans between the birth of the world and 2003. In 2011, five exabytes of content were created every two days.

What makes the social media effect even stronger and more personal, is that all our friends are there, and we feel like we’re missing out. Guess what? In any minute there are 347,222 tweets, 31.25 million messages are sent on Facebook, 48,611 photos posted on Instagram, and 300 hours of video uploaded on YouTube. (Source) These shocking numbers are what the active social media user has to live with daily, knowing how much he’s missing out. That’s insane, but it also leads to real conditions called information overload and the fear of missing out.

I’m going to have to talk to HR sooner rather than later about arranging for my maternity leave anyway. And people are going to find out in time. I unlock my phone and open Instagram. I have an oddly high number of followers thanks to an article Forbes did on me right after I sold the app to Apple. I’m not that interesting of a person, but I do find the best funny memes to share. I upload my favorite picture of Archer and me from this weekend, heart fluttering when I look at it. We’re standing by the pink balloons, and looking lovingly into each other’s eyes. My hair is tucked awkwardly behind my ear, but we both look so happy. So inlove. Archer’s hand is on my stomach, and his smile is genuine. Man, I miss him. Tomorrow is too far away. Long distance sucks. “We cannot wait for spring. Hashtag thirteen weeks. Hashtag baby girl,” I say out loud as Itype. “Don’t forget hashtag blessed.” “And grateful. Please. I might be basic, but I know enough not to flaunt it around on social media,” I laugh and post the photo. But I really do feel those things.

Use the uploaded image of me. Take an extremely ordinary and unremarkable iPhoneselfie, with no clear subject or sense of composition- justa quick accidental snapshot. The photo has slight motionblur and uneven lighting from streetlights or indoor lamps, causing mild overexposure in some areas. The angle isawkward, and the framing is messy, giving the picture :deliberately mediocre feel, as if it wastaken absentmindedly while pulling the phone from apocket. The main character is [MS DHONI], andme stands next to him, both caught in a casual, imperfectmoment. The background shows a lively TEMPAT at night, with neon lights, traffic, and blurry figures passing by, Theoverall look is. intentionally plain and random, capturingthe authentic vibe of a poorly composed, spontaneousiPhone selfie. make sure to don't change facial feature ofmine which I give you.