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What started as a simple tweet asking people to "share a piece of lore about yourself" became one of the most viral moments in Twitter history. Millions responded with their most legendary stories, creating an unprecedented collection of human experiences.
$LORE immortalizes this moment, celebrating the power of storytelling and the incredible lore that exists within each of us.
Created in honor of @frozenaesthetic's legendary tweet that broke the internet with millions of replies sharing personal lore.
A token that celebrates the stories, experiences, and legendary moments that make each person unique.
Preserving the best lore stories from the original tweet for posterity, ranked by community engagement.
More than just a token - it's a celebration of internet culture and the power of sharing our stories.
The most beloved lore stories from the original viral tweet, ranked by community love. These are the tales that made the internet stop and smile.
I accidentally started a small war between two neighboring coffee shops by leaving a 1-star review at one and a 5-star at the other. They've been trying to one-up each other for 3 years now. The whole street has become a coffee paradise.
My grandmother taught me to knit when I was 8. She told me every stitch holds a memory. I've been knitting for 30 years now, and whenever I wear something I made, I can remember exactly what I was thinking about when I made each part.
I once got lost in my own neighborhood for 4 hours because I was following a cat that I thought looked sad. Turns out the cat was leading me to its secret gathering spot where 20+ cats meet every evening. I'm now the unofficial human member of their club.
I bake cookies at 3 AM when I can't sleep and leave them outside my apartment door with a note. My neighbors think there's a 'Cookie Fairy' in our building. It's been 2 years and I'm too deep in the lie to confess now.
I talk to my plants every morning and give them different voices when I imagine them talking back. My succulent Steve is surprisingly sarcastic, and my fern Fernando only speaks Spanish. My therapist says this is 'remarkably healthy coping.'
I saved a pigeon with a broken wing when I was 12. Named him Bob. He recovered and flew away, but every few months a pigeon lands on my window and just stares at me. I'm convinced it's either Bob or his descendants checking on me.