love in the time of read receipts

What’s in a Tinder bio? That which we call a match,
By any other name would look as hot.

I saw that you were perfect, and so I swiped right. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I went back to swiping.

‘Tis better to have Googled and found,
than never to have Googled at all.

No sooner met but she texted,
no sooner texted but seen,
no sooner seen but not replied,
no sooner not replied but she asked seven girlfriends the reason.

The course of true love never was Instagram-ready.

Shall I compare thee to a doggo meme?
Thou art more lovely and more heartwarming.

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a filter upon that face,
That I might touch that cheek.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched,
unless you remembered to take a screenshot.

A heart-eyes emoji is a lovely trick designed by developers to stop typing when words become superfluous.

If music be the food of love, here’s my Spotify.

We’re all a little weird, and life’s a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we tag them in animal videos and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two Whatsapp accounts.

I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to go Facebook-official.

Absence makes the heart grow iPhone-dependent.

You text, I text, remember?

 

With sincerest apologies to William Shakespeare (repeatedly), Angelita Lim, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Helen Keller, Ingrid Bergman, Dr Seuss, Aristotle, Richard Curtis and James Cameron

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