I often wonder why there are so many expectations and demands in a relationship

I increasingly think that it is trust that distinguishes care from control. Because the difference between them is huge, even if it looks similar on the outside.

Hide behind masks, flirt according to a script, guess the right words and send "gentle morning" or "provocative night" at the right time.

Sometimes the greatest gift to yourself is a day when you're not in a hurry and don't put on jeans. My day at home smells like coffee and a warm blanket.

I used to be embarrassed to buy flowers for myself. Now it's a small ritual that makes a weekday festive.

I am not a fitness guru and will never become one. The gym for me is not about abs. It is a place where I negotiate with myself. Dumbbells sometimes know more about me than my friends.

There are journeys that last a few days, but leave an imprint for a lifetime.

Relationships are not simply a matter of “luck” or “bad luck.”

💔 It's love where passion is like a hurricane.

One day you will wake up, and it will be easier.

One day I realized: a perfect morning isn’t about coffee or a beautiful breakfast. It’s about allowing yourself to be slow.

I'm not running away from something — I'm running to myself. New cities are my therapists and teachers. Sometimes it seems to me that I'm collecting pieces of myself along the streets that I see for the first time.

Sometimes at night, memories come to me that I didn’t call. And I lie in the dark and think about who I was and who I’ve become.

Not just by the model or color, but by the way he treats it, what it says about him - like a little story that words can't always convey.

It is not always about being strong and dealing with difficulties alone. In fact, sometimes the most courageous thing to do is simply ask for help.

You know, it's not every day that I want to be in control, it's not every time that I want to show that everything is okay.

There are days when you smile, send jokes in messengers, tell how deliciously you fried potatoes... and everything seems fine. But inside, it seems a little empty. Or not a little. You just don’t show it. Not because you’re lying, but because you don’t want to burden others. And you tell yourself - oh well, we’ll get through this.

It's not about weakness. It's about inner journey, strength, and true feelings.

A woman's love is not a game.

Love and hate are not enemies.