The_Official_Dettol
It's my birthdayyyy
yippee I've survived another year of treachery
The_Official_Dettol
gaytoraid6969
Hola Dettol, just wondering if ur gonna update that fic on ao3 ₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎
The_Official_Dettol
@gaytoraid6969 NO PROBLEM AT ALL!! I'm planning how the fic will end so you joined at a good time I think:D enjoy!
gaytoraid6969
@The_Official_Dettol I meant on ao3, but I'm totally fine with reading it here! Also no pressure at all to post quicker, take as much time a u need to update it<<3333
gaytoraid6969
I legitimately just realized the fic is on here & THERE ARE SO MANY CHAPTERS!! I am so excited to catch up omg tysm ᕕ(՞ᗜ՞)ᕗ
The_Official_Dettol
finally off writer's block yippeeee
The_Official_Dettol
POPE FRANCIS IS DEAD. woah. 88 years old too
_-Bats_L0v3_Arson-_
@The_Official_Dettol Imagine calling the American Institute terrible and then dying like talk about going out with a bang
The_Official_Dettol
i’m still alive just trying not to fail my first year
dangerously close to it
not good
rmiillersalas
But in all seriousness, you will do good. Losing hope in your abilities leads to apathy and despair, which often which only leads to your grades getting worse. Don’t lose faith in yourself! It’s hard, but I’m sure you’ll be able to do it :)
rmiillersalas
It’s hard, but once you get used to the soul-crushing amount of work, it’ll get easier.
The_Official_Dettol
I just had the most gut wrenching dream that chewed me up and spat me out and then pushed my grandma down the stairs. I am NOT okay. I had to write it as a oneshot.
I usually half-lucid dream but this was ALL my subconscience. I was shocked, appalled, and quite frankly devastated.
“Sovbrit is happy,” I say at my computer brightly, typing death. “Sovbrit is happy.” A singular tear rolled down my cheek.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
It’s not even a complex dream but it still screwed me up right at the end.
I neeeeeed help
rmiillersalas
@The_Official_Dettol I can’t hug you through your device, unfortunately, but pretend I can anyways. I’m sorry you had a bad dream :(
The_Official_Dettol
may mummy pig have a safe pregnancy<3 congrats!!
The_Official_Dettol
No one will know the visceral anger I feel everytime I get a notification from wattpad and it’s just some stupid competition or chance to win coins or celebrating some day I DON’T CARE. SHUT UP. YOU GOT MY HOPES UP FOR NOTHING. I WISH AN EARLY FUNERAL FOR YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART YOU ROTTEN PIECE OF FILTH. NOT EVEN CILLIT BANG CAN CLEAN YOU. NOT EVEN DETTOL CAN HEAL YOU. I WISH NOTHING, AND I MEAN NOTHING, BUT TREACHEROUS DAYS FOR YOU. MARK MY WORDS, WATTPAD, IF YOU ADVERTISE TO ME AGAIN I AM FINDING YOU AND PULLING OUT EVERY TOE NAIL
phew almost lost my cool there
The_Official_Joy
@The_Official_Dettol Honestly, that is basically the only notifications I get anymore.. kinda sad about it but im to inactive for much lmao
qi_hao23
@The_Official_Dettol real,and i would literally say the same thing as you to every other app
The_Official_Dettol
For those reading That Murder Book, would you read over 8000 words for the next chapter?:") It was an accident I swear
The_Official_Dettol
Wattpad calls onto me like a tender lover, awakening me from my malnourished slumber on top of my notebook, the touch of revision lost upon it.
"They're reading your fic! They commented! Look at the comment!" It beams, eyes bright like a buttercup under your chin.
Woah! Dazzling! Showstopping!
I gasp a gasp of excitement, throwing away my poetry revision to focus on my love, my life's work, my constant reminder to live! It comes to me in a flurry, the joy, the impenetrable urge for validation upon my existence. The mild horror of the effort I have squeezed into this dying economy for free is not to surpass my unquenchable passion. I so desired something much different in my youth, and yet I prevailed touchscreen, writing literary works perhaps not up to par with the ages of Dostoevsky or poets from war-ravaged lands. And yet. This one reminder of my love to be proven, noticed, admired... It was enough.
I hold my breath, opening my eyes to see the english lexicon flash against my retinas:
"what's in the drawer"
My smile fades as I shut my device, scream profusely, and move to Argentina.
