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Name:
Mila
Languages:
English, French
Age:
18 years old
Interested in:
Everybody
Body type:
Skinny
Specifics:
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Ethnicity:
White
Hair:
Brunette
Eye color:
Green
Subculture:
Student
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I love to draw. Pencils, watercolours, charcoal – anything that leaves a mark, except for mug rings on the table (that’s modern art already). My process: first I draw perfectly, then I redraw, then I curse, then accidentally a masterpiece appears. Or not – then it’s “abstract”
The main problem of a creative person – start 10 projects and finish 0.5. Everywhere I have: an unfinished portrait, an incomplete quatrain, and a mountain of ideas screaming for immediate execution. But I’m an optimist: I prefer to call it not a mess, but a “multi-layered composition
I’m a girl who’s been tweaking reality to her taste. If the world was boring – I’d draw over it. If it was sad – I’d rewrite it in rhyme. In short, I’m the person who can turn a grey weekday into a colourful comic strip with a dramatic monologue at the end
I mostly write poems at night, when all normal people are dreaming. Rhythm, rhyme, metaphors – and suddenly I realise I’ve rhymed “love” with “dove” for the hundredth time. But it’s tradition! My poems are a diary, only instead of “bought bread” – “oh, how pale is this light”