MissAntheaL

i cant take the ads no more. i'm coming ao3 just you wait baby

MissAntheaL

How did they mess this app so bad like what the hell happened

zangetsu13

@MissAntheaL you’re welcome and yeah recently Wattpad has been having issues and bugs they need to fix.
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MissAntheaL

@zangetsu13  thank you for replying! I remember it having its fair share of bugs but i didn't remember it being such a huge problem. I just wish they hadn't deleted past conversations
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zangetsu13

@MissAntheaL hi, so I heard it was because not many were using the PM feature
            
            Personally I think it was because last year PM malfunction badly that whenever you sent a message you got a spam of repeated ones already written from before pop up and it took so long to fix that Wattpad IMO got lazy and decided to remove it
            
            Recently Wattpad has been getting issues like getting randomly logged out from the app version to A-Holes or bots working for Wattpad deciding to remove your story that didn’t even violate any content guidelines and succeeds on how many people they can piss off.
            
            Either way I’m not giving up and still gonna continue using this app.
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adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 10th july 2023  ] 
          
          mountains and decorators, exhaustion and evil eye; surviving bones and careless finds. funeral floods and tumbling sorrows; forests and bridges of laughters and morals. feelings migrated, clouds and dresses; that which rains does not always bring about harvest. 
          
          clocks of manners, a road of residences; hearts like maples marked along fences. pictures of politeness, smiles like wounds; world a death of another, burial grounds like jasmine blooms. 
          
          mornings of questions, blurred evening attempts; youth of trial and error, life a honeycomb aged. dreams of wounds, dreams like a father's disappointment; storms like swaying birth, storms sometimes like corpses of discipline.  
          
          disassociated honour, ribbed filters; what binds is not glue, rather, mutual respect. eastern wind and crepuscular billows; howling books and silent words. the majesticness of months yet the solemnity of years; to the hearts that wriggle with pain, silence is delicate, thin ice-like elegance. 
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