To tweet or not to tweet, that is the question.
A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet (unless it’s a fart).
All the world’s a stage, and we are merely Facebook posts.
Et tu, Brute? More like Et tu, friend request?
What’s in a meme? That which we call a dank by any other name would meme just as much.
Parting is such sweet sorrows, but deleting a Facebook friend is even sweeter.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the heart (and the heart emoji).
Though she be but little, she is fierce… and she will definitely beat you at Words with Friends.
Brevity is the soul of wit, but give me a thousand characters to rant on Twitter.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks. She must be a staunch member of the Karen army.
Is this a meme I see before me? The handle toward my hand?
If music be the food of love, then memes are the dessert.
There is nothing either good or bad, but checking your Instagram notifications makes it so.
Double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and Facebook bubble.
All that glitters is not gold, but it might be a shiny new iPhone.
The course of true love never did run smooth, but it does make for great reality TV.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in our wifi connection.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, but I’d rather be dreaming about pizza.
Sweets to the sweet, but I prefer a good ol’ fashioned bacon sandwich.
What’s done is done, but posting embarrassing photos on the internet is forever.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your Instagram feed.
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou swipe right?
What a piece of work is man, but what a piece of work it is to find a good wifi signal.
The better part of valor is discretion, especially when it comes to posting drunken photos on Snapchat.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. And sometimes a good meme.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some just Photoshop themselves into celebrity photos.
This above all: to thine own selfie be true.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is a great way to get blocked on social media.
We know what we are, but not what we may become. And I may become a famous TikTok star.
What’s in a name? That which we call a dog by any other name would still eat your shoes.
Cowards die many times before their deaths, but Instagram influencers will live-stream their deaths for clout.
The lady doth protest too much, but she’d probably get more likes on Instagram if she toned it down a bit.
Hell is empty, and all the devils are on Twitter.
The first thing we do, let’s kill all the Facebook trolls.
“Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.”
Methinks thou protesteth too much on your Facebook status.
If you prick us, do we not refresh our Twitter feeds?
To thine own selfie be true, but don’t forget to add a flattering filter.
Though this be madness, there is method in my Snapchat filters.
How now! A rat? Dead for a ducat, if it isn’t an elaborate TikTok prank.
This above all: to thine own selfie be true, but for the love of God, don’t take selfies during a funeral.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your Instagram feed.
By the pricking of my thumbs, something foolish this way comes (and it’s probably a viral video).
Lord, what fools these mortals be… especially the ones who think a Facebook quiz will accurately determine their Hogwarts house.
What’s done cannot be undone, unless you have Photoshop skills and want to change your ex out of all your photos.
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