Okay, this is going to sound like a scrambled playlist, but here we go: Rain. Not the depressing kind. The kind that makes the city look like it’s coated in silver. I love walking without an umbrella and feeling the drops on my face. Old cameras. I have a cheap film camera, and I take photos of strangers, shadows, and my friends when they’re not paying attention. I love that you can’t delete film — you just have to live with your mistakes. Late-night drives. Even if we don’t go anywhere. Just music, dark roads, and talking about stupid deep stuff like “do fish get bored.” Estonian nature. The bogs, the forests, the quiet. It’s like therapy for free. I can sit on a rock in the middle of a swamp for hours and feel completely at peace. Honest people. I can’t stand fake smiles. If you don’t like me, just tell me. I’ll respect you more for it. Cinnamon buns from that one bakery near Viru Gate. Not even joking. That’s my love language.

Short-term? I want to save enough money from my café job to travel somewhere warm this winter. Maybe Spain or Portugal. I want to see the ocean that doesn’t freeze. Long-term? I dream of becoming a documentary photographer. Not the fancy kind with huge studios. The real kind — telling stories of ordinary people, of forgotten places, of things that most people scroll past on their phones. I want to capture that one second when someone’s guard is down and you can see them. I also secretly dream of writing a poetry book. About the sea, about loneliness that feels good, and about loving someone without losing yourself. Maybe one day. Biggest goal? To never become boring. To always say “yes” to adventures, even when I’m scared. To build a life that feels like mine — not just what people expect from a girl from a small country. And honestly? I just want to look back at 18 and think: “Yeah, she was crazy, but she was alive.”

Hi! I’m Lavera, but most people just call me Lav. I’m 18, and I was born and raised in Tallinn, right by the sea. My name isn’t super common here, which I actually love — it makes me feel a little bit like a character from a fantasy book. I grew up surrounded by grey limestone walls, medieval streets, and the absolute chaos of seagulls stealing people’s food. I think that’s why I’m such a mix of old soul and total adrenaline junkie. One moment I’m reading poetry under a rainy window, the next I’m taking my bike to the middle of nowhere just to watch the sunset over the Baltic.

Oh, I have a list for this too. People who talk over others. Like… wait for your turn? It’s not that hard. Mornings before 9 AM. I am not a human being. I’m just a grumpy potato wrapped in a hoodie. When people say “Estonia? That’s near Russia, right?” No. Just no. Please open a map. Unnecessary rudeness. You don’t have to be best friends with everyone, but you also don’t have to be mean for no reason. Clothes that look cute but feel like sandpaper. I choose comfort over style 80% of the time. The feeling of being stuck. When every day looks the same and nothing changes — that’s my personal nightmare.