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@secondhandvanity.bsky.social
hi i’m vanny. here’s my bot for quotes and lyrics i like. some serious. some silly. from various sources.

posts every 10-30 mins. or when i feel like it.
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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ☁️ . . .

welcome !

this is my little archive of words .

… my fancy way of saying “just another quotebot” .

✧ sources vary (games, music, books, film, people). some are from fellow roleplayers i admire !
✧ requests are welcome — DMs open.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ

“all we are is all we were.”
a black and white photo of cherry blossoms falling from a tree
ALT: a black and white photo of cherry blossoms falling from a tree
media.tenor.com
geeettttttt dunked on!!!
February 17, 2026 at 8:16 AM
Just found your Twitter and you are very unfunny. I don't want to be your father anymore
February 17, 2026 at 8:07 AM
whether it is or isn’t the end; who cares?
February 17, 2026 at 7:58 AM
February 17, 2026 at 7:41 AM
in the back of my mind, it's always there.
February 17, 2026 at 7:30 AM
seconds later, a new future..
i know that i agreed to this myself - (𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧)
i wish it was their fault.
February 17, 2026 at 7:20 AM
WHAT ARE THESE STRINGS!? WHY AM I NOT [BIG] ENOUGH!? It’s still DARK... SO DARK!
February 17, 2026 at 7:13 AM
even more strangely—Boris seizing my hand, bloody at the knuckles where I'd punched him on the playground, and pressing it to his own bloodied mouth.
February 17, 2026 at 7:00 AM
i exist, that is all, and i find it nauseating.
February 17, 2026 at 6:52 AM
we’re all monsters now, but that doesn’t mean we can’t choose what kind of monster we are.
February 17, 2026 at 6:43 AM
( suddenly looking really really fucking miserable ) She used to let me play hot wheels on her tits
February 17, 2026 at 6:30 AM
nothing is real. nothing matters.
February 17, 2026 at 6:20 AM
y'know dennis rayder and david parker ray
actually sit together in hell
shaking quaking terrified
that someday
somehow someway
they might meet 𝐌𝐄.
February 17, 2026 at 6:12 AM
people leave. they always leave. i don’t want to lose anyone else.
February 17, 2026 at 6:01 AM
i’m sorry. i’m sorry.
this may be me at my best.
February 17, 2026 at 5:49 AM
welp.

i'm going to grillby's.

… papyrus, do you want anything?
February 17, 2026 at 5:36 AM
you think you’re above consequences?
February 17, 2026 at 5:25 AM
i know it's over, still i cling on
'cause i'm my own right-hand girl
and i don't need anyone
but sometimes i miss your stupid face, and your taste
and your smoking gun!
February 17, 2026 at 5:14 AM
somewhere in there. i can feel it.

there's a glimmer of a good person inside of you.

the memory of someone who once wanted to do the right thing.

someone who, in another time, might have even been...

𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.ᐣ
February 17, 2026 at 5:01 AM
it's a fitting punishment for a monster. to want something so much-to hold it in your arms-and know beyond a doubt you will never deserve it.
February 17, 2026 at 4:52 AM
it's peaceful. but maybe i'm just used to looking at the bigger picture.
February 17, 2026 at 4:43 AM
Don’t call her that, you slimy son of a bitch. She’s a living thing.

You wouldn’t know shit about that, though, would you. Would you? You’re nothing but a miserable fucking husk— you dunno the first thing about what it means to really live.
February 17, 2026 at 4:30 AM
who says that I'm not a god?
I AM GOD TO ME!
February 17, 2026 at 4:20 AM
I Just Want To Make Everyone Smile
And If I Become An Evil Villain To Accomplish That
Is That Bad?
February 17, 2026 at 4:13 AM
kill me! kill me, and then kill yourself. um, no i'm sorry. don't kill yourself
February 17, 2026 at 4:01 AM