Hey! I'm Eveline. I'm 18, born and raised in a quiet little corner of Estonia, where the forests are thick and the winters are seriously dark. But honestly? I wouldn't trade it for anything. I grew up running between pine trees and jumping into freezing lakes in summer just to feel alive. Right now, I'm figuring out who I am outside of school, outside of expectations, and honestly? It's messy, loud, and kind of beautiful. I work part-time at a local bookstore, I write poetry nobody reads, and I take way too many photos of sunsets

I'm obsessed with thunderstorms. Like, the kind that shake the windows and make the power go out. I love the smell of rain on hot asphalt and that quiet moment right before the first drop falls. Also – coffee. Black, strong, and bitter, just like my sense of humor. I love wandering around old town streets at midnight, finding hidden staircases and forgotten courtyards. And music?

Fakeness. Small talk about weather when we both know nobody cares. People who text just to ghost you an hour later. Also – boiled carrots. Disgusting. I hate when someone tells me to "smile more" like I owe them my happiness. And crowds? No thanks. If a place has more than 10 people, I'm already planning my escape route