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  • vivenne 12w

    His heart
    Was a bleeding dorm
    Of struggling times,
    Holding
    his hands
    Felt like escape.
    Every night
    He suffers the stigma
    Of wrecked fate,
    His eyes
    Lost the depth,
    Still
    Had the courage
    To drown me
    With vigor.
    The kind of man,
    To enjoy
    Operetta
    Of his own life,
    Young Adonis,
    King
    Of striking charm
    A man
    Who's walking epitome
    Of Gustav Flaubert's
    Love hits,
    For whom
    I would cease
    This heart,
    Without him
    Ever knowing
    It even existed.

    -vivenne

  • vivenne 15w

    She's the chaos
    She's the academia
    She's philosopher's discovery
    Frangrance of red sangria.

    Shes the outright burst of laugh
    Shes the mystery of bermuda
    Shes ocean containing rage and calm
    Her beauty signifies Gianni Versace's medusa.

    -vivenne

    Theres so much more I wanted to pen down but words just dont seem to provide the right justice to your persona. You're living example of dark academia beauty. And trust me on this, none of what I write about you is ever fictional. The only reason I can write about you is because you are actually so suitable to be someone's muse. You contain every quality what an artist's art should hold. I remember how special you made my birthday. That penguin, those memes, you stayed with me the whole day. WHO DOES THAT? You. Love you so much supriya. I miss the times we used to talk consistently. Happy birthday love ♡♡♡

    @thousand_splendid_thoughts

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    How's the day going, pretty?

  • vivenne 15w

    Excruciating
    pain hiding beneath
    your obscurity 
    Hope
    That someone
    Out there
    Might be craving
    To know you more
    A man
    For whom Khalid Hosseini
    Would write
    For endless hours
    Mysterious,
    Gaunt aura.
    Remorse
    filling your guts
    A bleeding heart
    Yet
    Not bleeding courtesy.
    If the fire
    Were to ever see you
    It would
    For sure feel low
    For the rage
    You contain isn't mundane
    And if
    The mystery
    Would ever feel arrogant
    Your eyes
    Would be enough
    To shut
    her blabbering mouth
    Every now and then
    I won't be
    Captured in your world
    Per say,
    But brain,
    Seemingly would
    Always be
    In your captivity.

    -vivenne

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    He is the living example, fairytales do exist.

  • vivenne 16w

    Careful,
    There's blood
    On the marble floor
    Died hope, ashes
    Of un bléuet.
    Broken glasses
    Spilled bacardi
    Her old age
    Ripping regrets
    Sack of shit she's made
    people go through,
    Karma of what
    She's been through,
    Echoes,
    Of my laughs.
    Satisfied guilt I felt
    Seeing her shattered life.
    Deprived of emotions,
    Semantics of words,
    Can't wait
    To produce
    The bizarre show
    Of her life,
    Warning
    Her younger self,
    Never allow
    Douchebags
    To be such a buzzkill.

    -vivenne

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    What a fine day to be alive.

  • vivenne 16w

    There's a maddening desire
    A crazy fire
    To teleport to my 50's
    Drive through the country
    Alone
    Raining heavily
    Loud thunders, winter vibes
    For once,
    I wanna forget
    I have family
    Lover or friends
    I wanna be with me
    I wanna be against to me
    I wanna fight me
    I wanna ask me
    The reason I let
    My 18 year old self
    Ravage my esteem
    Devastating
    Every inch of my soul
    Now
    I'm all drenched
    There's wind blowing
    But my hair is wet.
    I urge to drink more
    But I'm all alone.
    Hi fiving
    the long lost nostalgia
    I come back
    Staring at my dashboard
    Realizing
    This is one of that
    Bittersweet moment,
    Where very second
    Of my life I was surviving,
    For once,
    5 minute stay and
    30 minute ride
    Taught me to live.
    I start my car
    Put the gear outright
    Now,
    To never come back again.

    -vivenne

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    Throwin it back a lil,
    Vibe till you can.

  • vivenne 17w

    @jerry_21 @jerry_21_


    She unleashes her golden flesh and
    let the sun rays sieve through her soul.
    Freedom runs in her bare veins and
    hope is twirled around her bones.

    Stars gaze at her twinkling face,
    the moon is envious of her smile.
    She wears beauty dipped in serenity,
    and galaxy in the pupils of her eyes.

    And when she is around,
    flowers have a reason to bloom.
    Her aura is being raised by the day
    and adorned by night's gloom.

    Her glance is the summer breeze
    and her touch is the monsoon rain.
    Her smile would never let you know
    that she rules the kingdom of pain.

    Bhaisahab. I forgot how to rhyme and write poems. Nevermind. Jhel le ab thoda.
    To be honest, I don't really remember our first conversation par starting mein I used to think ki you're weird aur pagal types bandi (Narayan jhooth na bulwaaye) But later I realised that you're sach mein weird aur pagal types bandi :"))

    On a serious note,
    Budhhi ho rahi. Akal se bhi badi ho ja. Pagal aurat.

    Happy birthday :"))
    P.S. Animes are overrated.
    Tu *beep * agar Charlie is overrated boli toh.

    ~Ananya

    @tengoku

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    "You have to die a few times before you can really live" -Charles Bukowski

    I can provide you with 1000 jovial moments
    Your heart would still rage for one dark peaceful memory
    That's how you are
    Like persephone,
    Furious lady ruling the underworld
    But further being the queen of joy
    You've suffered endless things
    Enough to laugh maniacally in your 60's.
    All i wish for you is a peaceful life(which is kinda bullshit, peaceful everytime is monotonous, you're built to cause destruction so be like it, my femme fatale).

    I'm so fucking bad  at writing birthday posts I swear to god. But I'm happy as you can drink, can have a boyfriend, can go to jail and so much more. And everything legally which makes it so damn fire.

    Bbie. Hihi. Enjoy your day. ♡♡

    - Vivenne

  • vivenne 17w

    Stir love in that red wine
    Watch out, till the time
    Pit pat, weather sat
    Black limo, elegant hoe
    Date set with a sociopath.

    -vivenne

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    I wish you could breathe the way I wanted.
    And I would write incessantly about your obsessions, how immaculately you used to break down.

    Always the centre of attention of that jet popping beau-monde, never really paid attention to the intensity of beauty in your mind.

    I wish I could draw this sunset not the standard way but the way you created it in your fantasy and allowed me to be a part of it.

    How ethereal it must feel, to be glared by a philocalist, who falls asleep on notes of Beethoven and Erik. Surreal tunes of "once upon a time in paris" and a lover of moonlight sonata. Almost not possessing traits of ordinary human.

    -vivenne

  • vivenne 18w

    Yes, you, almost 8 year old crush of mine....

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    There is a terrible distance between us. Distance where I can't bring myself upto the fact you might even forgot about my existence. Your eyes always looked so hopeless yet were able to enchant any earthly creature like me. Your eyes seemed like a child craving for affection but at the same time like a man scared to fall in love.

    You looked at me, for once my world stopped rotating. It became stiff. As if your cold glare ordered it to do so. Your shirt crumbled, cuffs folded, hair messy. That moment I was doing nothing but questioning myself what on earth did I do to experience this scenery?

    I want to apologize for letting my unworthy arse fall in love with you not gonna lie.

    Looking at you I never happened to believe nobody ever fell for you, nevertheless I'll even envy the lavender muffler draped around your shoulder wishing it was me.

    -vivenne

  • vivenne 20w

    She was sitting beside me wearing bodycon dress bedizened with shining sequins. A walking diva I must say.

    I tried to numb the truth. Truth that she likes to stalk me. She likes to stay alone in my mind. Alone with those sinking sound of melting snow where she once tried to push me and I could listen sirens singing song for me but moment I started feeling detached to this world, she pulled me apace. "Those whom God hath joined together let no man put asunder". Quite a lovable lady, right? Still I dunno why I feel like having her soul bottled up right in front on my table.

    Even after giving a clarion call," I'm a beautiful lie of your life" I still like to get bruises on my neck from her, love to squabble with her on who should mess with that last dying braincell of mine. Her fervid attacks on her own intimidating image i make after fighting with myself for hours, seems charming to me.

    Still like that annoying, selfish and toxic lover I always end up sliting her throat for all she has done to me just to see her revive again until the day she dared me to take schizophrenic pills and faded the very moment like an evanescent arctic summer. My only Fidus Achates, left me bestrewed.

    - Vivenne

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    Nosey little fucker, ain't she?

  • vivenne 20w

    I fucked my way into mess, I'll fuck my way out of it.

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    Letting that one act of redemption jeopardize the living mortal residing in you? Hmm. Sounds fun.
    Rethinking blunders of life consuming Heineken at same time? Sounds fun.
    Scratching a line of white powder while discussing about living morals? Sounds fun.
    Talking about warmth whilst hiding the coldness inside you? sounds fun.
    Reciting bible verses on the contrary sodomy running in my veins? Sounds hell fun.

    -vivenne