They are about someone wanting to make your day a little brighter, your heart a little warmer. And when no one gives you anything, a question arises in your head: is it just that they don’t have the habit or they don’t want to? 🤔

Likes, ratings, comments — these are all small things. But why do they touch us more than our inner voice?

Sometimes, between meetings, noise and news feed, you want to switch off reality and reboot your head — but not through sleep, but through a line.

Not every frame is about smiles. Sometimes what's outside the frame is more important.

Sometimes you want to surprise yourself not with dinner, but with the finale — one that will make you smile even on the most ordinary day. This is not about diets or calories. This is about the mood.

And every time I get on my bike, I feel like I'm getting my freedom back.

The older we get, the more obvious it becomes that this ideal is not about us. To be honest, faith in fairy tales about ideal love fades, and something more real comes to replace it, and there is beauty in that.

but then you realize that more and more often you just want to curl up into a ball and forget about all these "shoulds", "needs" and "time".

It's not just a color, but a whole story about me, about my mood and even about the mood that I sometimes don't have.

I thought so for a long time, because how else, if you want to look good and feel confident?

It is not sadness or melancholy, but some special silence inside.

Making the first step!

Sometimes it seems that we talk too much. But you just need to listen to yourself, or notice how a person places a foot, moves a hand, bites a lip. In this post, I decided to stop for a bit and observe - myself, passers-by, how we all talk without words.

A small fear can go unnoticed for decades. Until you decide it's time. I didn't jump with a parachute. I didn't walk on glass. I just went down to the basement. By myself. And it changed something inside.

Sometimes you buy groceries according to the list, cut everything beautifully, confident in yourself... And then the stove goes pshhh, the oil sizzles, and the kitchen turns into a culinary experiment zone. The result? Laughter, a mess, and an absolutely strange, but soulful dish.

No, I'm not one of those who talk to animals like they're people. Although sometimes... well, you get the idea. This text was born in a very simple moment: I was sitting on the floor, wiping my hands from food and wondering why I felt calm. The answer was on my palm. Or more precisely, on my paws.

I'm tired of superficial conversations. Of these "what do you do?" - "what do you like?" - "where have you been?"

I believe that true attraction begins not with the body, but with the look. When you just sit opposite, and suddenly there is silence between you, in which everything is clear.

We want to seem strong, light, cheerful, so “unapproachable”, but inside there is another me. The one who just wants to sit next to someone and be silent, knowing that she will not be deceived or betrayed 🕊

It's not that I specifically chose loneliness, it's just that when there are no extra people around, you can hear... yourself.