vv4nn4b3 - Tumblr blog

[vv4nn4b3]

So You I allow you to take my eyes, so you can feel my tears run dry. I allow you to take my tongue, so you can feel your name in my mouth. I allow you to take my fingers, so you can try to grasp what you have done. I allow you to take my lips, so you can swallow my poision. I allow you to take my ears, so you can finally listen to what i have to say. I allow you to take my lungs, so you can breathe me in. I allow you to take my feet, so you can try to flee from yourself. I would allow you to take my heart, but you don't have my stomach to bare it. -3/24/24

[vv4nn4b3]

I have like no motivation to ever post on here because none of my poetry gets any traction and all my old posts still get notes

I MIGHT try to be more active on here again, idk.

[vv4nn4b3]

988.

What if I had stopped you? I could have called. I knew your number by heart, before you took that fall. What if I had came? I knew where you lived. I could have just stopped by, I really wish I did. What if I just texted you? I really should have suspected, but you never seemed the type, I should have checked in. What if its my fault? You put me in your note, you wanted to say goodbye, You called it your "end-quote" Im sorry I wasn't there, Though a thought i still can't bare: I couldn't have saved you, I hadn't had a clue. I was 13, well so were you. -3/8/24

[vv4nn4b3]

Her

I wanted to write to you,

have not the words to speak,

as the stones fill my throat,

to weigh my heart below our sea.

[vv4nn4b3]

A Broken doll

Ive fallen apart. My body is strewn across the wooden floor, cracks in my ball jointed knees and elbows, my limbs are severed and sharp, to prod at those who try to fix me. So as they maimed my tiny frame and pull at my strings, a few of them have trickled out from the crowd, and cradle my cold, limp corpse. My porcelain eyes have been shattered, I cant even look at my saviors, who have condemned me for being. I don't want to be repaired, I'm not asking to be seen, yet shrouding ones self just brings more on lookers. they try to put me back together, with glue and paste, my dejected physique gives in, Im in smithereens again. So I'll lay there, in my last moments of life, till I'm sent with the rubbish, into my demise. Fragments of me will haunt them, while I'll be no more. So why have I been forsaken? -3/8/24

[vv4nn4b3]

Isolation I like the sounds of silence, some may say it doesn't have a sound- rather the lack of sounds. But i beg to differ. The sound of silence is my heartbeat, The sound of silence is my breathing, The sound of silence is my bed creaking, The sound of silence is my finger nails clicking, The sound of silence is my fan spittering, The sound of silence is my window curtains blowing. So silence does have a sound, a very distinct one, only knowing those who don't seek it out, only finding those who are unaware; So when the sound of silence begins top creep its way, back into my room, back into my ears, back into my mind, I greet it with a warm embrace, full indulgence into its grasp. I don't just like the sounds of silence, I love the sounds of silence.

-3/8/24

[vv4nn4b3]

School

3/7/24

IM SO SICK OF SCHOOL OMFG.

3 hours STATE TESTING FOR 2 DAYS???

WATCH ME JUMP BRU

on another note, the girl in my class today WAS SO CUTE OMFG.

Im like so done with this bull shit tho. Im not excited for spring break, its not like im gonna go anywhere anyways. Ill just rot in my room reading.

I cant stop biting my nail polish help.

[vv4nn4b3]

Time

Recently, i've been thinking of my future- or should i say my reality. Because the future is an arbitrary concept, as there is no future, just a present. A past implies something of the known, the future of the unknown, and the present as what? So my timeline isnt a string, or a thread, to be traced. Rather, its one continously looping action, not moving forward or back, its staying still, yet it progresses. As ive written this 2 minutes have passed, has the time passed , or has the clock just continued? There is no past or present, there is only now. The moment we live in. So as you read this, each breath you are taking, this is simultaneously the first and last second you'll experience, not to be pushed back or forward. The human consciousness is weird, we have created an idea of time, just to mark and explain our human experience.

[vv4nn4b3]

A little part died in me the day Big Thief got "Tik-tok-ified" i had that putrid app to my core. Not in a "quirky" way, but in an "i wanna live off the grid" way.

[vv4nn4b3]

I like Lana , The smiths , The cure, & Jef Buckley .

But I don't know much about Elliott Smith.

What do you like about it??

I love Elliot smith!! His music is very melancholic and thought provoking, and his story and life is heart breaking to pair with his music. I like how off kilter his songs are, as in how he goes off beat and his style is an inspiration for lots of musicians today!

[vv4nn4b3]

Y’all I just looked in the mirror THAT IS NOT ME I DONT LOOK LIKE THAT. I haven’t taken a pic of myself in weeks I’m loosing my sense of reality!!!

[vv4nn4b3]

I want to bathe in blue nail polish tbh, lemme peel it off afterwards

[vv4nn4b3]

If mads mikkelsen is not tied up with a bow in a giant heart shaped box on the 14th of February I WILL BE JUMPING OFF MY BALCONY.

[vv4nn4b3]

im stealing your centipede divider

LOL go ahead!! i cant remember the person i got it from, as i just copy and pasted it from my spacehey profile!

[vv4nn4b3]

need her in way thats concerning to feminism guys im going crazy

𝑌𝑒𝑎𝘩 𝑤𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡.

(𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑦𝑠𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑.)

[vv4nn4b3]

nah it didnt really effect me all the much (i filled up an entire notebook about it)

[vv4nn4b3]