Quiet nighttime thoughts about why thoughts sound louder at night, about the habit of falling asleep to other people's voices and your own sounds, about personal rituals and the search for comfort.

Sometimes it seems that I live in a completely different reality - the one where time slows down, and the sky speaks silently.

Conflicts in relationships are inevitable. Even between the closest, loving and understanding people. But one thing is to quarrel, and another is to be able to come to terms. Not formally, not “for a box”, not out of fear of losing, but for real. So that you want to be near again. Not just in the same walls, but in one mood.

Sometimes in a relationship there comes silence, which has nothing to do with peace. When the conversations become formal, the touch is rare, and the views are less and less. Emotional cold is not easy. He does not scream, does not require attention, does not suit the scenes, but from the inside it corrodes the connecting fabric of the pair.

We are used to believe that love takes time. That feelings grow out of friendship, long communication, joint experiences. But sometimes everything happens differently. Suddenly. One evening, one conversation, one coincidence of views - and the world inside us is changing. A random meeting suddenly becomes the starting point of a new story that cannot be predicted.

Sometimes after a long day you want to forget about business, turn off your phone and just let yourself be. On such evenings, I usually take something light and aromatic - for example, mint-ginger lemonade, and settle into an armchair with a good book or just look out the window.

A story about how small, inconspicuous flowers can be a real treasure, about love for nature and a simple way to preserve their beauty in the house.

Mountains are like a reminder of the eternal. When I look at them, even from afar, I feel how the tension goes away and calm appears. Their grandeur and simplicity at the same time make me think about the fact that everything in life has its own rhythm.

A story about how you can find real gastronomic discoveries and inspiration in inconspicuous places, as well as a recipe for a simple but delicious dish for a home treat.

Sometimes it all starts with something warm and, at first glance, harmless: “Write when you get”, “Who are you with tonight?” Or "I'm just worried." Caring ... or already control? The line between these concepts is thin. And it is not easy to notice the moment when love turns into an attempt to subordinate. Especially when everything is disguised as “anxiety” or “love”.

Everything begins beautifully: a new meeting, ease of communication, timid interest. But somewhere, against the background, the voice of the past quietly sounds. We look at a person in front of us - and we catch ourselves thinking: “He is not as jokes as he,” “She does not cook, like my ex”, “But everything was different in past relations.” And it seems that we are open to the new one, but the comparison has already happened. And with him is an invisible barrier.

If you've ever tossed and turned in bed for hours, counting sheep, you know how exhausting it is. Insomnia is one of those troubles that can sneak up on you and turn your whole next day upside down. But I have a little secret that helps me relax and fall into a sweet sleep - poppy oil.

If you think that poppy is only the beauty of wild flowers and an ingredient for baking, then it's time to get acquainted with the real star - freshly squeezed poppy oil. This is not just oil, but a real natural find for health and beauty!

I woke up early today. The sun touched the pillow, and I touched my cheeks. I stretched, yawned, threw on a soft cardigan and went to the kitchen to make coffee.

This was not a planned trip. It was... an escape. Not from someone — from everything.

Have you ever felt that a person... suits you? Not just like. Not just attracted. But as if everything inside freezes and whispers: "this is it."

If you've ever felt like a light bulb that shines brightly and then suddenly... just goes out — you know what burnout is. It's not just tiredness. It's when you feel empty inside, have no strength, and all the usual joys seem distant and unimportant.

There are days when I want to press Ctrl + Alt + Delete not only on my laptop, but also on myself. I'm tired. Emotionally, physically, mentally. My brain is like an overheated kettle: it makes noise, boils, but does zero good.

When the plane began to land, and white houses with blue roofs flashed under the wing, something in my chest clicked. I hadn’t even set foot on the ground yet — but I already knew: “Between us, everything is serious.” It was love at first... sun.

When I told my friend: "I'm flying to Greece for a fitness vacation!" - she looked at me as if I had decided to vacation on a construction site. "Are you serious? On a LEGAL vacation - to get up at 7 am and pump your butt?" Yes. I was serious. And, as it turned out, it was one of the best decisions of the summer.