Tell me how you celebrated Easter? I'm curious what traditions everyone has. Maybe there's a separate family tradition? I want to tell you about ours. Our Easter is on the 12th. But we went to bless the willow. It's a must a week before Easter.

I’m a psychologist with a curious mind and a warm heart🧡 I value depth, emotional intelligence, and meaningful connection between two people. I’ve explored many countries and cultures, but I still believe the most exciting journey is meeting the right person and building something real together 🤔

Not in a strange way — just genuinely. Because at Easter I notice hands more than anything else.

But here's what I will say.

I have known this silence my whole life. 🕯️

It didn't rise properly the first time.

Why a men's shirt is sexier than any dress, and how we, women, are slowly "privatizing" your world. Spoiler: it's not about fashion at all.

Nobody handed me a perfect situation. And I think the moment I stopped waiting for perfect conditions to feel okay was the moment something actually shifted.

I've thought about this a lot recently 🌸 What I actually want my life to look like. Not in some big abstract sense — but the real everyday texture of it.

He is in the morning coffee going cold while I sit too long just thinking.

Every spring I watch the same thing happen 🌾 The ground thaws. The birds come back. Everything that seemed finished quietly begins again. No fuss. No announcement. Just faithful return.

Can I be completely honest about something? 😄

💖💖💖YOU FEEL IT TOO, RIGHT? 💖💖💖 SPRING AND LOVE ARE IN THE AIR💖💖💖

A story about how beautiful feed videos led me to a ski slope

On how women are called complicated when they don't want to try.

Nostalgia hit me in the eye))

A memory of how on last Christmas Eve I spent the evening in a cafe scrolling through profiles, and why being "searching" during the holidays felt completely different.

About how yesterday's attempt to show some backbone in training my pit bull ended in total fiasco and a cuddle session.

The story of how my dress betrayed me

How a solitary holiday became one of the best