girloftheforest

I just got back from a funeral—the father of my brother’s wi..

I just got back from a funeral—the father of my

Love memes

Love memes

Just imagine if we were so deeply loved that we’d never have..

Just imagine if we were so deeply loved t

Since Melkor still hasn’t returned from beyond the edge of t..

Since Melkor still hasn’t returned from b

My darlings, I didn’t go anywhere today — surprise!Still sic..

My darlings, I didn’t go anywhere today — surpr

Guys, I’m sick again — I swear I don’t understand how this k..

Guys, I’m sick again — I swear I don’t understa

I don’t want to mock women. They are undoubtedly victims — w..

I don’t want to mock women. They are undoubtedl

Dasha’s pussy

Dasha’s pussy

Guys, I swear I’ll post a pic of my boobs or ass or somethin..

Guys, I swear I’ll post a pic of my boobs

Guys, I got facial injections!!!I chose a product called POL..

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Only gay with fat mom doesn’t like this post

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Asked Dasha for double hotdog

Asked Dasha for double hotdog

My gays, guess who gets to accompany Dasha on a 4 AM three-h..

My gays, guess who gets to accompany Dasha on a

I slept without pants and paid the price.

I slept without pants and paid the price.

My darlings, here's some shitty post-shower pics for you. Yo..

My darlings, here's some shitty post-shower pic

I haven't even rested after my spa vacation, and already I'm..

I haven't even rested after my spa vacation, an

Finally some real quality OF content! I have a new friend, h..

Finally some real quality OF content! I have a

Fren

Fren

My dudes, I turned 27 today, which means I’m now approximate..

My dudes, I turned 27 today, which means I’m now approximately eight times older than all of you combined.

To celebrate, here’s a joke:

A guy gets ki//dn//app//ed by some gangsters.

They drag him out to a lake, dunk his head under water, and start interrogating him:

— Got any dollars?

— No.

— Got any euros?

— Nope.

— Got any rubles?

— Guys, either dunk me deeper or hold me under longer — I can’t see shit down there!

People often ask me why I’m not dating Tom Hardy.Here are a ..

People often ask me why I’m not dating Tom Hardy.

Here are a few reasons:

•My English isn’t perfect, and he doesn’t speak Latvian or Russian.

•He’s an actor (not exactly the most serious profession, let’s be honest).

•He probably wouldn’t get the “oh, I thought it was an owl” meme, which means we’d have very little to talk about.

•I highly doubt he’d want to move to Latvia, and I’m not exactly dying to live in the U.S.

•He’s married, and I don’t talk to married men.

Hope that clears things up once and for all.

Hmmmmmmmmm

Hmmmmmmmmm

ah me

ah me

Guys, I filmed some fully nude videos of my morning workout ..

Guys, I filmed some fully nude videos of my morning workout exercises. Originally, I planned to do it in a thong, but I lost it. Mostly, I stretch my thoracic and cervical spine because I’m too lazy to do anything else.

Speaking of fully nude stuff—honestly, I just don’t like nude photos or videos in that style. Not because I’m shy, but because it just doesn’t feel visually harmonious to me. I like when completely naked women have red or blonde hair, but with dark hair, I feel like something needs to balance it out below. Don’t argue with me about it—it’s just a matter of taste. Anyway, enjoy my 20 double chins.

Last night, I had a dream that my friend Dasha and I went to a salon in a nearby city to get me a hair biowave. But since we had a lot of time to kill, Dasha dropped me off at an equestrian center and went to run errands. At the center, they put me with a huge group of kids, and we went horseback riding through forests and fields. The guide took us to a temple that looked like a Mayan ruin, where we had a conversation with a giant, mummified, eyeless boar-wiseman. Then we continued our ride until we heard sirens announcing a nuclear bomb.

It started raining radioactive rain, so we hid under a canopy at the center while the horses ran off. I was already late for my hair biowave appointment, so I ran off, trying to call Dasha to hurry up. But she was at a fast-food place on the other side of the city.

Speaking of fast food—guys, I constantly watch videos about obesity and overweight people. Partly because it boosts my ego, and partly because, oh my God, American food looks so delicious. It’s insane. I look at all those burgers, combos, fries, and I just want to die.

Also, I’m shocked at how much “poor” people in America spend on fast food. Here, in Eastern Europe, fast food is considered expensive, even celebratory. Ordering pizza delivery is like a whole event. Most people here cook at home with vegetables and meat, often making soups, which are much cheaper than the dishes I see in those shows.

Basically, in America, they spend insane amounts of money on low-quality food, using the excuse that good food is too expensive, like it’s some kind of fig leaf. What’s funny is that vegetables and meat aren’t even that expensive there—of course, if you’re not eating them by the bucket. But vegetables usually don’t have the kind of promotions like “buy 10 for the price of 2,” which you see all the time on cereals, burgers, and similar stuff.

In Latvia, that approach wouldn’t fly—local businessmen would rather eat their own pants than sell something for less than a 1000% markup. Anyone with a few brain cells and basic predictive thinking can see that these kinds of promotions train consumers to stick to a product, guaranteeing the manufacturer long-term, stable, and growing profits. But Latvia isn’t about brains—it’s about folk songs, corruption, poverty, and hatred for the Russian-speaking population 🥴. So, we’ll get by without any combo deals here.

Besides, there are plenty of people here who won’t buy multiple discounted items because they simply don’t need multiples—they need just one. Even if it seems like buying two chocolate bars for 5 euros is cheaper than one for 4 euros, they’ll just skip it because they don’t need two.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is: I want to go to America, binge-eat, and die.

Dear beloved friends, good day to you all!I had initially pl..

Dear beloved friends, good day to you all!

I had initially planned to film a custom video for one fan and a paid post where I do my morning workout in just a thong, but it seems like all the relatives still alive decided to visit at once, so that’s on hold for now. Instead, you can enjoy watching me eat these luxurious cream-filled profiteroles that my mom and I made together.

On another note, I want to update you about the show Outlander that I mentioned earlier. Around episode 8 of the first season, it really picked up. There’s less fluffy romance now and more drama, intensity, and realism. The show, in my opinion, has become absolutely incredible, and I can confidently recommend it to both male and female audiences.

I also want to stress the importance of healthy sleep again. The brain doesn’t have its own lymphatic system, so waste products from cells are only flushed out during sleep, when the brain cells shrink. Without enough sleep, toxins and inflammation start to build up in the brain. So please prioritize your health and trade OnlyFans time for better rest. I’ve found the Forest: Focus for Productivity app super helpful for this. I start “growing my forest” three hours before bed and avoid using my phone to reduce visual stimulation.

By the way, I watched Trump’s inaugural speech, and I really liked it—it felt inspiring and impressive. I especially enjoyed the part where Elon Musk showed up. It’d be amazing if they canceled Rings of Power entirely because I just can’t take that mess anymore.

Now, let me share something that annoyed me today: a creator followed me and left a comment under one of my posts in deliberately broken English, asking everyone to send her donations to help animals in Ukraine, claiming she’s from Ukraine. Naturally, I blocked her. First off, no bot spam has the right to invade my posts, where I’ve invested time, effort, and emotions. Second, I despise anyone who exploits others’ pain, fear for their families, or even concern for animals to sell themselves for money. At first, I thought about saying, “Well, I’m not sure if this bot owner is actually helping animals or not.” But you know what? I listened to my instincts and decided to say it outright: there’s no way she’s helping. It’s just cheap profiteering and a manipulative attempt to prey on people’s sympathy.

Unfortunately, living in Europe, I’ve already encountered countless cases of people using political situations for personal gain. I also know people who actively travel to Ukraine to deliver sacks of pet food, rescue animals, and verify the honesty of charities—since the majority of them, sadly, are scams. And let me tell you, there are plenty of excellent online translators, so if you’re an OnlyFans creator capable of creating bots and spamming others’ pages, you’re definitely capable of properly translating your words. If you want to earn money for yourself, do it however you like, but don’t smear your filth on complex and noble causes.

Lastly, drink two liters of water a day!

P.S. – Also, for some reason, the profile name of that creator, which is supposed to mimic a Slavic name, translates from Russian as “Anna Addiction.” Wat???

I’ve generally tried to be as tactful as possible, but now I..

I’ve generally tried to be as tactful as possible, but now I want to address the representatives of the Indian nation directly. If any of my fans happen to be from there, could you please explain this particular habit of leaving certain kinds of comments on photos and sending such messages to people privately? It just so happens that not only I, but women everywhere, often encounter this overwhelming interest specifically from the native population of this country.

I really like the background design of this gym equipment.

I really like the background design of this gym equipment.

Good morning, everyone!Guys, check this out—early this morni..

Good morning, everyone!

Guys, check this out—early this morning, I found out that someone’s disappointed in me and thinks my soul is ugly. This delightful revelation came from one of my long-time fans. I had shared my Telegram with him because he wanted to see portraits of my ancestors, which OnlyFans tends to ban. We’d been chatting for a while, and at one point, I sent him a screenshot from Instagram. It showed someone with very specific and typical ethnic characteristics trying to “get to know me”—and in the most mediocre way possible. Messages like this flood my Instagram regularly, and surprise, surprise, they always come from people of a very specific country. If you know, you know.

So, I made an incredibly rude, bitter, and aggressive racist comment about it. And this gentleman, who has nothing to do with that ethnicity, decided to unleash his dramatic performance on me.

If he hadn’t blocked me, I would’ve tried to handle the situation—asked where exactly his boundaries were, apologized, and offered to continue our conversation in a way that felt safe for him. I always do that because I value my connections, I care about people’s real emotions, and I help where I can. But as for my character and behavior—both of which are very obvious from my OnlyFans posts to anyone with more than one brain cell—I’m not going to hide or pretend. Adjust the tone? Sure. Pretend to be someone I’m not? Absolutely not. I’m not a circus monkey, and no pathetic little coward has the right to spit in my DMs and then block me.

Since my old fan decided to be so open and allow himself such “attacks”, I won’t hold back either. I felt sorry for him before, but now I just despise him. A grown-ass man sitting in a filthy trailer, blaming the government for not handing him welfare. Complaining about his “severe autism” and his “crippling hip pain” (which an MRI, by the way, showed absolutely nothing for), without lifting a single finger to improve his situation.

We sat there going over his symptoms, and I suggested supplements, explained healthy nutrition, and shared tips on improving his lifestyle. Even then, this shit didn’t drag his lazy ass to the nearest pharmacy—he ordered pills online 🤩🤩🤩 because God forbid he actually exert himself. And as for seeing a psychiatrist or therapist for his “autism”? Forget it. He’d rather sit in his trashed trailer, scrolling through OnlyFans all day and popping completely inappropriate pills.

This guy has unlimited internet access and money for OnlyFans, but not enough drive to learn a single thing about how to improve his life. No, he wants welfare. He wants to spend taxpayers’ money on naked photos of hardworking people. Oh, and let’s not forget—this scum also claimed that other fans have left me because of my “awful personality.” Well, guess what? No, they haven’t.

And you, my dear piece of garbage, have the nerve to assume that I’m so brainless that I can’t analyze my own interactions with people? No, this was just a pathetic attempt to insult me for… nothing.

So, dear fans, listen up. I hate filth, I hate mold. Yes, I’m that grounded—I feel such strong emotions toward such insignificance, even though I should just ignore it. And do you know why? Because I always think, “Maybe if I guide someone, show kindness, be stern when needed, and gentle when appropriate, they’ll blossom, improve, and start living better.” That approach has always worked for me—whenever I feel valued, I flourish. I know the worth of such care because it’s rare, and it takes effort and empathy from the person giving it. It takes time and persistence.

And yet, time and time again, I run into this pitiful mold—people who want nothing but to rot and whine in their corners. I used to feel so ashamed, so upset, thinking I’d crossed their boundaries, blaming myself for being careless. But now? Now I’ll say this: screw you, you worthless piece of garbage. I wasted my time and energy talking to you when you’re not even worth the dirt under my toenail. Nobility is appreciated by noble people, and with livestock like you, you need a whip in hand. No welfare can help you. Start by cleaning up the literal shit in your trailer, and then you can open your mouth.

Good morning!

My morning started off wonderfully: I was warm and cozy in b..

My morning started off wonderfully: I was warm and cozy in bed with two dogs, got up to feed them, made myself a sweet coffee with milk, grabbed a chocolate-covered waffle. And then I opened OnlyFans, checked the latest fan message, and was greeted by a disgusting, rancid, rotten, pathetic sausage plastered across my screen. My mood instantly tanked. The brainless monkey that owns that sorry excuse of an appendage was promptly reported and blocked.

Also, I’m in total shock at how dumb my brother’s dog is—just absolutely stunned. But I still love her anyway.

So, I read A Terrible Vengeance by Gogol. The narrative is split into two parts: a “realistic” section and a mythological section. In the “realistic” part, the story revolves around a Cossack, his wife, and her father. Since I can’t remember their names, let’s call them Cossack, Wife, and Father. Basically, the Cossack and Wife are madly in love and have a little son. But the Wife’s father is… let’s just say, deeply messed up—he doesn’t live by local laws, he’s cold and detached, drinks something other than the usual, doesn’t pray, and has a creepy attitude toward his daughter. She constantly has nightmares about her father trying to, uh, “strengthen their bond,” if you know what I mean.

One night, the Cossack is hanging out with his buddies near an abandoned castle when he spots the Wife’s father inside. The man has turned into some creepy old sorcerer with a long nose, casting spells and summoning his daughter’s soul to threaten her. The Cossack realizes that the Father is a wicked sinner and a warlock. So, he locks him up and decides to have him executed. But the Wife takes pity on her father after he swears he’ll repent and change his ways. She lets him go. Of course, the warlock immediately kills the Cossack, then the couple’s son. The Wife goes insane.

She ends up living among the Cossack’s former people, who mourn and take care of her. One day, a man visits her, claiming to be a close friend of her husband, and says the Cossack wanted him to marry her if anything happened to him. That’s when the Wife realizes it’s actually her father, the warlock, in disguise. She attacks him, but he kills her too.

The warlock is then haunted by a vision from the Carpathian Mountains: a giant rider with closed eyes with a kid on a horseback. The warlock doesn’t understand what it means, but he feels a profound terror and tries to escape. Every path, however, leads him back to the rider. Desperate, he even begs a hermit monk to pray for him, but the monk’s holy book begins to 🩸, and he refuses. The warlock kills him in rage.

In the end, warlock’s horse brings him to a giant rider, who grabs him. The warlock is left neither alive nor dead, thrown into a pit filled with other damned souls who tear him apart. From the ground, with the force of a volcanic eruption, rises a giant undead being that joins in the warlock’s torment.

Now, the mythological part tells a legend. Ivan and Petro were great warriors, best friends who shared everything. Ivan once helped a king, who rewarded him with vast lands and riches. Ivan, in turn, split it all with Petro. They traveled to their new lands together, with Ivan carrying his little son on horseback. While crossing the Carpathians, Petro, consumed by jealousy, pushed Ivan and his son into a gorge. Petro became the richest man in the land.

When Petro died, he and Ivan stood before God. God asked Ivan what punishment he thought Petro deserved. Ivan, furious at the betrayal that cost him his life, his son’s life, and his lineage, declared that all of Petro’s descendants would be terrible sinners and, after death, would remain neither alive nor dead, trapped in the earth. The final descendant (the warlock) would be the worst of them all, and every time he committed an evil act, his ancestors would rise from their graves with great suffering, wanting to revenge him. Petro himself would never rise but would endlessly crawl underground, his bones stretching and breaking, gnawing on his own limbs from pain and hatred.

God approved of this punishment but told Ivan he couldn’t enter heaven either. Instead, Ivan would remain on the mountain, waiting for the warlock.

I found the story about the Cossack, his Wife, and the Father decent but nothing extraordinary. It’s very typical of Gogol’s work, drenched in an aggressive, Cossack folk atmosphere that doesn’t resonate much with me. However, I loved the scene where the Cossack, his family, and friends are rowing down a river, and corpses rise from the banks, moaning, “It’s stifling, it’s stifling.” That was genuinely chilling.

As for the legend, I absolutely adored it—especially the image of the great undead being crawling underground with its ever-lengthening bones. It gave me major Dark Souls and Elden Ring vibes, as well as reminding me of my favorite fan-made Oblivion mod, The Living and the Dead, which I’ll definitely talk about in the future.