Yes, I'm a grown woman. But that doesn't mean I don't dream. It means my dreams have become more honest. I don't believe in fairy tales - I believe in closeness. Not in fireworks - but in hands that don't let go.

How I Have Fun When I'm Single (and Why It Doesn't Mean I Don't Want to Be With Someone)

About feminine energy, effortless attractiveness, and the magic of being "yourself" in a relationship

We say we’re simple. But here’s the truth no one tells you — a woman doesn’t need much… until she feels unseen.

Humor is my armor, my umbrella in a pouring life, my coffee in the morning, and sometimes my only companion on boring dates.

I’ve always loved working. Goals, schedules, deadlines, meetings. Nothing gave me such clarity as the confidence that I was moving up. I was growing. I was achieving results. I was somebody.

I once thought that love was about attraction. About a spark in the eyes, about a tremor in the body, about “I want you right now.” Desire seemed to be the main currency of intimacy, and if it is there, then I am loved.

This isn't about drama. This is about truth. It's about how fragile and fast life is inside a young soul that hasn't yet learned to distinguish the end of the world from a bad day.

I've always been drawn to the border. Where what's allowed ends and what's real begins. I love doing things that won't pass censorship — not because I'm a rebel, but because that's where freedom begins.

We rarely talk about it out loud, but the truth is that many of us — especially women — aren't used to being happy. We're used to being strong, needed, convenient, useful. We're good at surviving, coping, making decisions. But living happily — it's as if we've forgotten how to do it. Or didn't know at all.

It's like the wind that makes your head spin. Like water that flows around but leaves a mark. Like a flame that warms but can also burn if you get too close.

No, it’s not a beauty strike against the sun. And it’s not a fear of wrinkles or age spots (although this is a compelling argument). It’s simpler: I just love my paleness. I love how light skin contrasts with platinum hair, creating the effect of a porcelain doll, only alive and, perhaps, slightly sarcastic.

About work… but not only 🌿

About work and a little more 💻🌸

Hello! 🌿I never thought I'd be writing to someone from a hospital room... But here I am - in a white room with a view of the spring sky, with an IV in my hand and a stack of books on the nightstand.

Today I want to talk to you about... tattoos. 🌟Yes, yes, those very mysterious drawings that stay with us once and for all — as memories, as symbols, as little secrets.🤗

Wake up every morning, smile And imagine that you are as if you are going on a journey to happiness...

"You are my peace in a world that doesn't stop" - about love as a quiet haven in which one can find protection and peace.

There are places where time stops. Where the wind strokes the hair, the sun gently kisses the shoulders, and the grass whispers its stories. This is my element. I am real there. I am free there. There I am a woman who loves earth, sky, rain, aroma of ripe fields and happiness in the little things. I was always in love with nature. In her simplicity, her depth, in the magic she hides. Perhaps that is why I chose the agrarian path - not as a profession, but as a call of heart. Because the earth treats. Because in the field I feel alive.

It was warm, with a lazy wind that slightly ruffled the edges of the leaves on the young corn and stroked the neck of my old horse. It's May now, which means it's a busy time for us farmers.