Something I Learned In These Last Seven Months Is That When Children Get War-related Amputations, They

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i finally posted this!!! (my body procrastinated during these last few months <3)

coffee-drunk friends: the description

she noticed her feelings and couldn't look at him the same way again.

isa ahn has bargain standards when it comes to everything. get into a college without roommates, have a decent job, and be financially stable with 5 dogs by 28. her go-getter, busy-boy best friend however, has other plans. after all, he’s the golden boy, the favored boy, the popular boy who’s really good at soccer. the sunshine you need on a rainy day. though after setting her principal’s house on fire, isa, along with jake, tackle the mysteries of 1950’s old school radio shows and why true love is the best kind of love out there.

Wanted to bring attention to the fact that Bisan called for mass protests today (April 1st). It’s okay if you can’t march yourself, but please make it a point to spread this so that those who can march do so—and also take this as your own checkpoint to ask yourself if you’ve been faltering in terms of sharing information about Palestine, doing what you can to fund humanitarian aid in Palestine, and staying informed as to the ongoing genocide in Palestine. Some might say it has been 6 months of this, but to me that’s all the more reason to make noise now more than ever. This is one of very few spaces on the Internet where Palestine has not been abandoned in people’s endless efforts to dehumanize Arabs. Please continue amplifying the dialogue surrounding this genocide. Free Palestine. Free Palestins always.

Isa: You better not play any trash music.

Jake: Oh, don’t you worry.

Jake: *pulls out a mic*

Jake: Do you like VeggieTales?

Jake: A recent scientific study showed that out of 2,293,618,327 people, 94 percent are too lazy to actually read that number.

Jake: I want to give myself to you. Isa: I don't accept cheap gifts.

Job interviewer: And where would you see yourself in five years' time, Isa?

Isa: Personally I believe my biggest weakness is in listening.

Isa: Why do people say "tuna fish" when they don't say "beef mammal" or "chicken bird"?

[4:42 PM]

stars glimmered like ice in a sea of darkness, flickering silver and gold as a comet shot across the sky, illuminating the sky for a moment. the streets were filled with empty cars and parking lots, the last bus departing to brooklyn.

all the pay phones were empty, save the one you were leaning on inside. one by one, all the lights switched off, except the one right above you.

it took you a few seconds to realize you were the only one outside. even pigeons, who flew by or stuck around on power lines, didn’t even come tonight. you rummage in your pocket, looking for any spare coins you still had left.

lucky for you, fifty cents was all you needed. you insert the coins into the machine, pressing several buttons till you pressed a red button. it rung for a few seconds until…

“hello?” you hear a voice on the other side, “who is this?”

“it’s me.”

there was a long pause, and you feel like you’ve made a mistake. you didn’t even think he would answer, but you were glad he did. you heard light breathing and you were sure he was in bed, under the covers.

“why are you calling me?”

“i just wanted to know if you’re doing fine.” you respond, “it’s been quite a while since we’ve talked.”

silence. if you dropped a pin outside, you could hear it from the pay phone.

“i hope you’ve made it to harvard, i know you’ve been working so hard to study there. harvard really is a great place.”

“yeah, i did. i have to go now.”

“wait, please!” you choked back on your sobs, “just..hear me out! please!”

“y/n, you’ve crumbled what was left of our relationship. i know you want to mend this relationship, but you can’t. it may have been possible a few months ago, but not now.”

“please, give me a chance.” you whispered, tears cascading down your rosy cheekbones. “i promise you, we can do whatever you want. whatever you need to fix this, i’ll do it. just please come back.”

“i’m so sorry, y/n, but i can’t, not like this. we can still be friends, but we can’t have the same relationship as before. goodbye.”

“no.” you choked. this couldn’t be the end. it can’t be the end. you felt shock and chill in your bones as goosebumps appeared on your skin and hot tears flooding down your bloodshot eyes. your body was shaking as you felt your limbs growing weak.

you couldn’t accept that he was gone. that he was never coming back. you missed his hazel brown eyes and his honey skin and the way he’d call for you at 4 AM. because he was like that. because you broke something that can’t be fixed. your eyes are droopy and you can’t take it anymore.

you end up falling asleep in the pay phone, your hair all over your face. before you know it, the sun rises across the horizon, painting the sky a lovely golden hue, like a renaissance painting.

you hear a quiet ding from your phone. you thought s/o would have deleted your number, so you ended up deleting his two days ago. you never expected he’d reply.

but it wasn’t the reply you wanted. you were his past to a brighter future. you’re stuck living in your past while s/o makes his own future. he thinks of you, and wished you the best of luck.

this is s/o, i just want you to know that i’m deleting your number. i know it’s sudden, but until we can be friends, i’d rather restart as strangers than try to fix something that’s already broken.

Jake: Isa and I always compromise. I admit I'm wrong and she agrees with me.

Isa: Don’t worry, you have to treat an electronic like you treat a patient on life support.

*unplugs the TV, then plugs it back in again. nothing changes*

Isa: Yeah, that didn’t work with Jake either.