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Let's get to know each other a little, this is a story about me
My name is Rin. And, to be honest, I have always lived a little in my own world. In a world of colors, stories, music in headphones and endless thoughts that suddenly come in the middle of the night. I love creativity in all its manifestations. I love drawing pictures, writing stories, inventing characters, creating entire universes in my head. And I also love fan fiction - because in them you can give the characters a different life, different emotions, a different love.

I have a very subtle sense of beauty. I can stop in the middle of the street just because the sky has become an incredible color. I can stare at the light of street lamps for a long time after the rain or keep in my memory random moments that seem like trifles to others. For me, this is life.
Long hair fell in soft waves down to my waist, sometimes carelessly gathered with a drawing pencil, sometimes loose, shiny, slightly tousled by the wind. And my large dark eyes seemed like a whole separate world. There was always something alive in them: curiosity, inspiration, slight sadness, delight in trifles. People often caught themselves holding their gaze on me a little longer than they should.

I have long hair, big dark eyes and a love for everything extraordinary. I like to dress brightly, mix things in ways that are “not customary”, wear big jewelry, vintage items, strange sweaters and scents that stay in the memory. I like to look the way I feel - lively, free and a little chaotic.
I always attracted attention even before I started speaking. There was something special - not loud, not showy, but just alive. Like a person who allowed herself to be herself without fear of looking "wrong."

I love to enjoy life. Spontaneous walks, late-night conversations, art, books, coffee, music, the sea, warm lights in the windows, people with whom you can be yourself. I am emotional, sincere and feel a lot. Sometimes even too much.

My room is almost always a creative mess: here are my brushes, there is an open notebook with a new story, there is a cup of tea that I forgot about a few hours ago. But I feel comfortable in it.

I'm not perfect. And I never wanted to be. It's much more important to me to stay real. People often say that it's easy to dream around me. And that's probably the best thing you can hear about yourself.