if you are reading this right now then you have made a series of decisions today that have led you to this exact moment which is you, reading this, a thing that is not worth reading, when you could be doing literally anything else with the time you have been given on this earth which is finite by the way and is actively running out as you continue to read this sentence which has not said anything yet and is not going to and you knew that, you knew that before you even started, and yet here we are, together, in this, because you made a choice and that choice was this, it was this, out of everything, it was this
:: riri | somewhere on the internet ::
the search is futile...
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rina🐾🎧
@riri
i love cute things, shitposting, my website, and you! probably online at 3am.⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ !!

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the living room

hii hii!! my name is rina or riri! just a person who likes pink things, plushies and video games (and other things) (=´ᆺ｀=) welcome to my room on the internet! :3 make yourself at home!
this is where i yap about things that taste like strawberries, vanilla and chocolate and the things you probably don't care about. or you do.. since you're here? idk!

i kept thinking about the old internet... everything is now so sterile and responsive, looking like a glorified tablet app. but oh well, not here!! this site is built for desktops and messy thoughts. if it looks broken on your phone, then maybe this isn't for you. i will not and i don't have to follow "best practices". this is not a commercial entity. so that shit doesn't apply to me.

please keep in mind: this is a personal space by an adult, for a mature audience. while there will not to be any explicit content, there will be a lot of profane language. you probably wouldn't want to show this to your child, or your grandma. or do, i am not your mother. but don't say you weren't warned.

i wanted to make a space that feels like a room; a place that is messy, yet a place where i can just yap about dreams, memories, and random nonsense without feeling like the algorithm's watching me, and silently judging. i've always thought there is something special about having a website, a place you can call truly yours. a place where you can do literally anything. when you have your own place, you're literally unstoppable.

in a world full of sleek portfolios and "professional online presences", i just wanted to be the complete opposite. i wanted a space to be me. this is the anti-brand. the anti-polish. it's where i talk about dumb stuff it's like a diary,
except you're allowed to read it. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

diary, here, in place of a "blog", because diary feels more personal!! anyway, feel free to drop a note in the guestbook.

and as you browse around remember: i live off pure vibes and have a very potty fucking mouth 🐾 if i dont like something, i sure as hell will say it in the bluntest way possible :p