Who is she?
That’s a fun question.
People have been trying to figure it out for years.
Most gave up. One started a podcast. Another joined a cult
She writes under the name Irina Finch.
Real name? Maybe. Maybe not.
She won’t confirm, deny, or return your carrier pigeon.
What we do know is this:
She’s always writing;
scraps, confessions, letters no one asked for.
Notes left in books, warnings on receipts,
emotional venting disguised as poetry.
She says it helps. We just nod.
Sometimes her words feel ancient.
Other times they feel like they were written yesterday by someone
who accidentally time-traveled via a cursed notebook.
She once left a love letter in a cereal aisle and walked away like it was a normal Tuesday.
It wasn’t.
She is soft, sentimental, and deeply dramatic.
Also weirdly funny in a “this-is-definitely-how-I-die” kind of way.
You know the type.
Irina believes in:
- leaving notes for strangers
- emotionally spiraling, but with aesthetic flair
- ghost stories that are also metaphors
- and writing things down so they stop eating her alive
Some say she’s haunted.
Others say she is the haunting.
You might feel like you recognize her.
Like you’ve read her before. Like she’s writing about something you’ve never said out loud.
That’s normal. Probably.
She doesn’t expect to be understood.
She just hopes the right person finds the letter she didn’t mean to leave behind.
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