@thewritingnaari
A star has 5 ends. A square has 4 ends.A triangle has 3. A line has 2 but a circle of our friendship has no ends.
Send this to all ur frnds!
If u get 5 back you're a good friend, if 10 you're popular, if u get 15 back DAMN BISH !! DAMN!!✨
So...….. when are you gonna update??
WHERE ARE YOU.
@itslilyactually HERE! Well, actually the thing is, I logged out of wattpad, like legit logged out cause I was honestly bored with it I really don't use it anymore. So-
Okay, so I've been thinking all day about what I am going to write about Lou's birthday, and now that there are only fifteen minutes left to his birthday, I told myself, 'Stop. Putting. This. Off. Too.'
Honestly, why am I even writing this? He's never going to see it.
Well, 24th December, is a rather special day for me, because that was when I joined Wattpad a second time, after leaving it on JUST A FUCKING WHIM like there wasn't even a legit reason, oh my god I am so unstable in life-
My friend persuaded me to come back. It wasn't even persuasion, she just told me and I came back, like-
wtf is WRONG with me-
Ofc, that I was unaware that it was Lou's birthday last year. Soooo, I kinda like the fact that what marks my one year on Wattpad, marks Lou's thirtieth in this life.
And the fact that LOU SHARES HIS BIRTHDAY WITH MOHAMMED RAFI
So yes. I wished to write a nice little note for it. I think I haven't succeeded. But oh well, not like he's gonna see this, right? (internally praying if I say this enough, he will see it)
Okay.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOU. In your honor, I shall be celebrating by having a small 'Walls' session before going to bed. I hope you have a fantastic year ahead.
And...as for Mohammed Rafi, hope the afterlife's treating you well.
Goodnight, lovely people.
Just to let people know, I am alive.
Alive and kicking, AND I SHALL BE UPDATING LIKE LEGIT EVERYDAY IDC I HAVE MISSED WRITING OVER THE PAST FOUR MONTHS. AAAAAHHHH.
@Nutellingyouwhome Grief strikes me hard. The kind of pain I cannot process. Wordless. Numb. Not knowing, not feeling, not seeing, not hearing. She was an angel. A pure angel in disguise. That lovely girl. She loved learning. She loved math. She loved helping, she loved giving, she always forgave even after being horribly wronged and she never hated. She battled on and went through too much. I keep reading her words, and her poems and her comments under my story, she was so supportive of it. I love her yet, I do not think I can let go just now. She's given me the ownership of her story, that lovely, lovely, amazing girl. I'll start....when I become strong enough. I'll continue my story....when I become strong enough. Fly high, angel. Can we raise our wands to her, please?
@thewritingnaari || She didn't deserve what she got, she was a pure and joyful soul who deserved to be happier. She'll forever stay in our hearts /*
@thewritingnaari Yes, we can, love. Of course we fucking can.
HE USED TO BE FETUS.
NOW HE IS 28.
*SOBS*
HAPPY BERFDAY NIALLERRRRR MWUAH
yoohoo! achieved the 20 chapter mark of my first ever fanfic, "When in Love"
*does a little dance*
I am just so happeh
happeh happeh happeh
AHHH NIALLER RELEASED 'OUR SONG' YESTERDAY, OMG IM SO HAPPEEHHH.
AND IT IS SO AMAZAYN I CAN'T EVEN. *chef's kisses* go listen to bc if you don't you'll be missing out on really good music.
NGL IM OBSESSED WITH IT.
https://youtu.be/2Z8L4Qed8F8
nialler's song ^^
Does anyone else feel that thing while writing? When your brain is just exhausted off its words, and you are staring at the page, imagining with clear precision of what your character wants to say or do, but the words just don't CLICK, and the frustration rises up your throat, but there is simply nothing you can do, because you've just hit a brick wall.
