Once I switched to a simple joy in life — drawing portraits of random people on the street. Creativity brings people together, and drawing opens hearts and the world around us. 💖

My trip to the Himalayas, where I danced with the locals, learned beauty secrets from a monk and tried unusual tea. The blog is a kaleidoscope of impressions, feelings, cultural encounters. 🌄🍵💃

Spoiler: coffee, sarcasm, and staying away from humans. ☕️😅

Living with a big chest is like carrying around two secret weapons. Except sometimes they won’t let you button a shirt, and sometimes they cause that look from a man who suddenly forgets how to speak.

Some days feel like chewing gum — everything seems fine on the surface, but inside it's heavy. Thoughts won’t quiet down, your mood jumps around, and your soul just wants a break. In those moments, I turn to art. But not in museums or books. On myself — literally. I draw on my body 🎨

Taking care of your health is not only a fashion trend, but also an important part of our lives!

When we forget the past and ignore the facts, we risk losing the future. ⏳🔍

Small, random habits that were not born according to plan, but took root, became part of everyday life and add a sense of home to life. Stories, memories, signs and quiet rituals that are pleasant to write and think about.

We often hide our need for support, why silence doesn't always mean strength, and how random kind words can change the day.

Desires that at first seemed random or even strange, but over time brought important lessons.

How can music change your perception of life, color your day, awaken feelings and even save you?

When walls are white and hearts are bare — we meet ourselves. 🏥🫀

I don't always need meditation. Often, simple silence is enough.

I don't read to "be smart." I read because it calms me. Holding a book in my hands is like holding yourself.

Morning is a small chance every day to choose yourself.

I'm not rich. But I'm not deeply in debt either. Sometimes I can afford to pay - for myself and even for someone else.

Yesterday I was standing at the entrance to a trendy establishment. It was Friday, the music was playing so loudly that it seemed like a holiday inside. Girls were allowed in for free, men - for a fee. A common thing.

Sometimes, to get back to yourself, you just need to leave the house and go. No matter where.

Sometimes life seems too chaotic. And the steering wheel in my hands is a reminder: there is something that I control. There is a place where I am at the wheel.

I don’t train for the sake of the outside. I train because I want to thank my body for enduring, for living, for breathing. This is a time of silence.