Hello, my name is Svetlana. I'm 25 years jung and this is the art I make.
I began drawing at 22...grace!
Truth makes me feel better.
Listen¦] I Do Not Have a Twitter, Myspace, or anything else of sort. Babaganoush! Amen
contact: svetlana1201@gmail.com
Seek the silence of the truth
Cope with madness in your youth
she seeks within
to whom shes kin
a novice soul
a tale behold
of Russian twins
compose these truths
in solid youths
your glory goes
a sail with bows
and arrows fly south
by word of mouth
he climbs
kin seeks its soul mate
regurgitate
he's breathless
kinda stalky
growls a bit
kinda sulky
kindred spirit wills
it allows
flowing presence
Karma bows
A gift it brings
to souls of later
bliss it sings
be content!
how do I put a link here?
Archive
baelyn neff is a rapest. i am posting this in hopes that she will shut the fuck up boasting it like a broken record that she is, ” you fucking victim of rape” is all she says in this makeshift ether brandon taught me how to be manipulated in..
on my birthday this lil lady willed willed and willed her dildo into my studio and followed me around with it. for any other clairvoyant this is a backstab too deep brandon any i were engaged and upon telling baelyn she had to leave and stop threatening him with children and the mind fuck she had over him and all the other victims she calls friends, she decided to try to become me, spy on me and even pay a few hexes into my world— i don’t know how to shut her up, everyone knows I’m being harmed yet, yet and yet…friends and lovers is an old war i never chose to play. believe or contrive, I’ve been locked up for a year and I’m fed up with the lies he’s had to feed me to feed baelyn who in all my pre minatory paintings is portrayed as a demon, omen, and pure harm. he doesn’t believe in me because she will stop at nothing to glue her mouth to his dick if it means he won’t follow his heart. for those who loved him for the sun that he is help him for i back down, leave this daunted world she’s imprisoned him in and hope that all the souls who know the true man and kin will guide him out..she wants me dead she wants me dead and i will not let insolence guide me… dreams, reincarnates and the art of our day— let hitler baelyn take it all away. fuck love she says he’s my one ill steal your dreams and tell him i was the one..fine, let time do its mesmer..farewell, i’m not alive without him.
Yop vtvayu matn mi oba zaroyim .. tam gde ti uchishsa, mi pripadavali…z bogam mydak. Y zapomni tas y na fsihda nashi otnasjeniye bez tvayevu ukaxa y bolshi chrvo, bez tvayevo sushistveniya so fuckhead your mouse bill me later..spooooof
Celllsseekus or r fareinheight?
Drole and superficiakly mesmering my already acruing conglomerates of self hate and blindness thriving off what they think they are choosing to follow me on behalf of my own stupudity..the only symbol of sex i wa.t to be is the one that wil/s my husband to me….otherwise men and women choose lies over seen or is it fries over lean or wait cumquaaaats .. lust is a fucking beamet..fun had by all who dont notice everycall…im fucking tired and speaking like a weird diction is my pri3..ah ha one time with ltlle belly
The wealrh in my heart reached astrinimical surplua, …no interest loans in me
Ha, show the truf$lepugs a new bellydance ehhh
Rhetorical or did u just yru to make like a mesmer and act without ferrveerrr u know u hsve some somewhere too and with enough depreciating self worth mixef in maniacal subjugation you my son can be noticed too
