If someone rolls dubs I'll post my mums youtube dancing/singing channel she has been posting too for a year. I've never shown/told anyone this.
>pic fucking related
Internet... sensation... 2015
This is really falling in the wrong hand /b/
>Renata Leuffen is a persecuted Philosopher,Singer and Songwriter, Writer, Inspirational and Motivational Speaker and Educator with a difficult and abusive childhood and a life full of traumas and tragedies who has been living in exile since 1992.
Typical SJW bullshit.
BANK ACCOUNT DETAILS
Bank: Santander, Bridle Road, Bootle L30 4GB, England
Account Holder: Renata Leuffen Corporation
Sort Code: 090128
Account Number: 52385356
what the serious fuck
Renata's apparently was.
Renata Leuffen experienced a very difficult and unhappy childhood and many traumatic events and tragedies.Her mother was a serious narcissist,psychopath and a professional prostitute and her stepfather had violent outbursts and suffered from many psychological problems.Renata was neglected and verbally and sexually abused and rejected by her entire family.Her mother had unsucessfully tried to abort her before she was born. Renata wrote the Song "I Am Happy To Be Alive. My Mother Wanted To Abort Me, But The Abortion Failed", about it,
Bitch needs therapy.
Too many layers of satire for my poor mind to comprehend.
Holy fuck its been a while since i laughed so hard at this renata retard, good one OP
>Discrimination Is The Badge Of Honour That The Qualified Wear
Black ravens circle the sky and I am sitting in a heap of ashes in the land of depair.
Come and comfort me in my pain.I was discriminated and I am hurting.
Come and raise your shield of victory and your banner of love over me.
I had a new song, a melody of transformation and joy.
I looked into the mirror, and I was looking good.
I went with expectation and all my enthusiasm.
But they rejected me and told me that I am no good.
I looked up to Heaven and I saw that the blessing was still upon me.
But they rejected me and told me that I don't fit.
And there is was, and there it came, like a wave in the ocean rolling onto the sand -
I lost my song, my melody, my victory and all joy.
Discriminated. Hated. Rejected. Stigmatized. Thrown away.
This pain. Rushing like a storm wind over me and blowing my life away.
Labels. They put labels all over me.
I cried as I went up the hill and all the birds and horses and sheep heard me
and turned around to watch me.
And there you stood, on the top, waiting for me, your gown flowing with the rhythm
of the wind. You know how I feel.
The animals all still love me , and so do you.
My heart is broken but the love in your eyes mends it all.
" I know your pain", you say, " and that it's killing you.
But, don't you worry, we live in times where discrimination is the badge
of honour that the qualified wear.
The world's gone nuts, the world's gone crazy.
Don't you worry, and refuse to carry the shame.
You are perfect in my eyes."
I say, " I am dying. I lost every reason for living."
You stretch out your arms and we look out over the sea.
Some white sailing boats line the horizon and there is a big freight ship.
You say, "Can we get a new perspective? You met some crazy people.
They don't know, they don't understand.
There is no love in them."
Yeah, there is no love in them and no understanding, and that's
why they discriminate.
They discriminate everything: gender, age, hair color, body weight,
country of origin, work experience, intelligence, character, race.
I am singing a new song, loud and strong. I am singing it to you and to
all the land.
You smile and you lift me up.
You give me strength when all my strength is gone,
You give me courage when all my hope is gone.
We look over the valleys and all the paths leading here and there.
There is a grave out there of a young man who died, suddently, in 1885.
I am not powerless.
And, there it is, this pain, again. It wants to drive me into
But I am singing a sweet song in melodies of harmony and words
And I look into the mirror. I am still looking good although my
eyes are red.
And you stand beside me and you smile.
You give me strength when all my strength is gone.
You give me power when all my power is gone.
You put me onto your white horse and we ride through fields of
memories and tears, valleys of pain and rivers of questions.
Until we come to the rose garden.
You spread out a carpet of joy before me and surround me with
The love in your eyes makes convinces me that I have to fight again.
Your love is my victory.
She's somewhat educated, too:
EDUCATION: BSc (Hons) in Management from Brunel University, BA (Hons) in German from the University of London. Renata is getting ready to study for a PhD in Philosophy and plans to do a PhD in Education after that.
Business majors, amirite?
Seriously someone archive this shit, this is like the Sixth Sense of threads. Idiot dancing cock hungry whore gipsy woman is actually a business owner, poet, and holder of a degree. Fucking hell.