Summer is not always about the sun. Today, the sky is overcast, the rain is barely audible knocking on the window, and everything around me has become a little slower. But even on days like this, I learn to find the light.

Love does not always come with fireworks. More often - quietly. Without an invitation. Through the simplest, random things. One smell, look, intonation-and something responds inside. As if someone knocks from the past or from the depths of the heart. We rarely attach importance to these moments, but it is they who become the count of counting - meetings, memories, return.

This is a gentle, heartfelt post about the beauty in life’s little moments — tea in the rain, quiet laughter, and the sunlight in leaves. It’s for someone who feels deeply, smiles easily, and knows how to slow down. A soft invitation to connect — not with noise, but with presence.

When we fall in love, it seems to us that it is just chemistry, fate or coincidence. But in fact, often behind the choice of a partner are our deep experiences, children's grievances, a lack of heat or acceptance with which we once were left alone. An inner child is not a metaphor, but that part of us that continues to live in every adult. And it is she who often affects who we choose - and why.

Sometimes one careless phrase is enough to destroy trust, offend, and move away. And often this is not even a scream or swearing, but something said in irritation, fatigue or fleeting annoyance. And the pain from such words remains longer than from specific actions.

Love is considered to be a source of inspiration, support and joy. From childhood, they inspire us that “real feelings” inspire, treat and give strength. But what to do if fatigue comes instead of lightness? If relations, even filled with sincere affection, suddenly begin to cause irritation, anxiety or devastation? And why does this happen, even when feelings are real?

Each city I’ve been to has left something of its own in me: the smell of morning coffee, the sound of a tram, a street where I cried, or a park where I was finally able to breathe deeply again.

A lighthearted and heartfelt post about the kind of relationship where laughter matters more than perfection. She’s looking for connection that’s real, soulful, and fun — with shared jokes, late-night ice cream, and a little silliness.

For me, a car is not just a means of transportation. It is a space where I can be myself

A heartfelt reflection on how motherhood didn’t pause her life — it made it richer. She still dreams, still desires, and is full of strength and tenderness. This post invites someone real to connect, not to fill a gap — but to walk side by side. Because the rhythm of life sounds even better in harmony 💞

A heartfelt reflection on the quiet signals of nature — especially the way roses “whisper” before the rain. This blog invites the reader to slow down, feel the rhythm of the world, and rediscover beauty in small things.

Sometimes we just need to take a step - and the road itself begins to open. It was with this feeling that I once decided to try to find my love here. Not because I believe in fairy tales... but because I believe in people. And that even behind the screen there can be something real 💫 Do you think this is the right decision??

I recently turned on a documentary about the human body. And I was a little shocked))😂

I recently read an article that left an incredible impression on me. It said that the structure of the Universe and the structure of the human brain are frighteningly similar. Can you imagine??😉

When lovers watch a romantic movie

Have you noticed how young people are going to church more and more often in recent years? When I look around, it seems as if these places that used to seem like a cozy corner for grandmas and grandpas have turned into a real youth space. And this sincerely surprises me - but in a good way. Why is that? What has changed? And most importantly - what does this new turn mean to me?

Are there parallel universes?

I enter the gym - and the world around me freezes.

Shame isn’t just the awkward feeling after a mistake. It’s a deep emotion that can make us want to hide, doubt ourselves, and even reject who we are. But what if shame isn’t the enemy — but a signal? In this blog, we’ll talk about why we experience shame, where it comes from, when it stops being helpful — and what to do when it starts to suffocate us. 🌪💔