Yes, I'm that weird one who doesn't throw tantrums like "Are you with your fishing rods again?!"😜 On the contrary, I pack your thermos myself, make sure your raincoat is in the trunk, and calmly let you go to the lake at 3 AM.

What I was taught to make boys like me. And what came of it

It's not about not talking at all. It's about being able to keep what's truly important inside. Many guys these days spill everything at once: childhood traumas, a broken heart, dreams of a billion, resentments towards an ex, plans for the next 10 years...

I hate it when a guy starts playing the "I'm always right" game. Especially in the gym, during an argument, during a card game, or even when we're just joking

It's good to have a loved one around.

Not like $300 cologne (although that's nice, too). Not like the gym (okay, sometimes that's okay, too). But BUSINESS.

Being beautiful isn't just being born with a pretty face. It's a daily quest, without saves or days off. And if anyone thinks "beautiful is easy," they've simply never tried to leave the house on time.

Age is a very strange thing. It's on your passport, sometimes in your back and knees, but not necessarily in your heart. Because if inside you still want to laugh for no reason, enjoy the little things, and sometimes act "beyond your age," then everything is perfectly fine with you.

When your apartment is cold, you start to see life differently. For example, you realize that two sweaters aren't overkill, but a way of life. I'm sharing my tried-and-true life hacks that save me when the radiators pretend they don't exist.

Who said playing in the snow is only for kids, and that grown-ups are supposed to just stand there with a cup of coffee and whine about the weather? I categorically disagree! Snow is the official portal to childhood, and no one checks your passport at the entrance.

Like, why even bother having the conversation if you're not going to follow through? Why waste both our time with empty words?

There's something so profoundly healing about being truly seen—all your mess, all your failures, all your repeated struggles

Winter brings hardship but also beauty. The fields rest. The animals huddle close.

Like I was just standing in the cereal aisle looking at all the options and suddenly I felt so overwhelmed I had tears in my eyes.

It seems that this holiday was invented especially for those who do not have time to enjoy the New Year the first time!

About simple things that don't seem important, but affect comfort, mood, and the feeling of home every day

Honest about everyday food without idealization, fashion rules, and beautiful photos - the way it looks in real life

About everyday little things, habits and small rituals that imperceptibly make an ordinary day comfortable or completely ruin it

My expectations are always special, I always want to spend time with my loved ones or friends, this year. Birthday is such a special day😇.. But..🥺

How I Learned to Fix Everything Myself and Why I Still Sometimes Call a Man for Help