Well, my name — as you’ve probably noticed — is Marina (not Maria). 18 y.o., she/her, student. After several tries I came up with the description of myself which I consider to be the most accurate. Introvert, who is blessed to have the most wonderful, amazing and supportive friends. Perfectionist, who always fails herself. The one who sometimes hates herself but is the most fierce comforter ever; the person I wish I had in my bad times; the one who can provide with unconditional love and support everyone, but herself. Socially awkward yet touch-starving person. Not nearly sentimental or soppy yet in desperate need of hugging and cuddling. Never crying — but I wish I knew how to do it. Never ever falling in love — but caring about fictional relationships more than about hers. Always having a lots of plans and to-do stuff, always productive, never-ever-allowing-herself-to-do-nothing — but loving to escape reality in her dreams. Once again, I’m an introvert, so books, music, my fantasies and headcanons mean world to me. As for less dramatic staff: I study journalism (but dream to become a teacher), have a really big appetite, love reading, cooking, embroidering and writing, enjoy weight training, can’t imagine my life without music (yet terrible in singing). That’s probably all ‘bout me. Be my guest!