Hastag Message

Jake: What do you call a boomerang that doesn't come back?

Isa: A stick.

Isa: You’re not perfect.

Isa: But those tiny imperfections are what make you flawless.

Isa: Good morning

Jake: It would be, if it was morning

Isa: Shut up

Isa: His finest hour lasted a minute and a half.

Jake: It was two minutes, but good try.

Isa: I only have 6 weeks left to live.

Jake: Oh my god, really?!

Isa: It's just a guesstimate based on the choices I've made.

Isa: Sarcasm: The ability to insult idiots without them realizing it.

Jake: Sarcastically speaking, are we allowed this fine, elegant trademark?

Isa: Sarcasm isn’t for the weak.

Isa: Love is like a fart. If you force it, you're going to make a mess.

Isa: I'd like to call you. Jake: What's your number? Isa: It's in the phone book. Jake: But I don't know your name. Isa: That's in the phone book too.

the thick, grey mist concealed the sun’s golden rays. a ray of light managed to creep through the curtains. she burrowed herself into her blankets. she could still remember that day.

fuck! i’m in love…again!

Jake: send a letter to algebra.

Isa: why?!

Jake: please..

Isa: ugh

Isa: dear algebra, stop telling everybody to find your x. She’s not coming back. And don’t ask me y.

Jake: you tried.