Jeanne Vessantra

I write in five languages because one was enough to lie to me.

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Manifesto

This is not a fast place.

I write for those who move through life quietly, carrying too much — strength, grief, and unspoken truths.

Here, pain is not explained or excused. It is witnessed.

Desire is not softened. Silence is not submission.

These words live between languages, between selves, between what was endured and what still insists on blooming.

If this feels familiar, you already belong here.

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"Aberrant Blood" Music Video is up on Youtube, and the Song is up on Bandcamp, Apple Music, Spotify, Soundcloud, Tidal, etc etc

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Watching a woman grieve an old love can quietly distort the mirror you see yourself in.

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「女の子たち」と食事

(𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬)

High school cafeteria - fluorescent, fenced, loud.

"What's your height?" one asks.

Her voice jumps. Small. Sharp.

"And your weight?"

The question doesn't look at my face. It scans.

"Measurements?"

Another leans forward,

skin pink with effort,

as if my body were a worksheet.

I am neither vertical nor horizontal.

I don't align.

I am unshaped.

Not a body a bowl on the floor,

something meant to be filled, kicked, circled.

They don't touch me.

Still, all three press down at once.

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Maybe my interior is a bug. I scratch, I scratch, I scratch… but the answer eludes me. No end. Perhaps the end is the scratching itself.

永遠に。

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Call me

By my name

Not yours.

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What else do I have left if not my own madness?

-J . Vessantra

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I asked for a friend.

You laid on me an amour too vast for friendship to hold without breaking.

Merci for answering expectations I never knew how to name.

You love me like you wished to be loved when you were a petite sombre no one ever really saw.

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Nue.

Nue in front of a crowd.

L’artiste est.

Throw your rotten apples.

I will kiss you anyway, as teeth find my lips.

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Obedience, heavy.

A voice commands: live.

A voice commands: die.

A voice does not argue.

She says I will be killed if I fail the ritual-

every morning, 6:00

時間.

[jeannevessantra]

How to tell your parents you dissociate

I don't

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Loneliness is not dramatic. It is procedural. The future does not crush — it simply refuses to arrive.

[rosecolouredd]

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How to tell your parents you dissociate

I don't

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I tell them nothing.

I stop inventing excuses for wounds that never close.

Loneliness is not dramatic.

It is procedural.

静か。

[quotefeeling]

“I didn’t change; I just see things differently now.”

— Unknown