You know, I often think about it - how vulnerability is scary today ... And ourselves and those who are nearby. We grew up with conviction that if you want to survive, you need to hold your face. Do not show weakness. Do not cry. Do not ask. To be comfortable, strong, reinforced concrete. But the longer I live, the more clearly I understand: real power is not at all in armor. She is in the ability to be real. And this often means to be ... vulnerable.

Sometimes the deepest feelings are not in words. They are in silence. In silence, which does not press, does not scare and does not require. This is the special form of intimacy that cannot be played or fake. She does not need to be confirmed by phrases like “I love you” or “you are important to me” - because she feels with the whole body, every cage, every gaze.

An important sign that you are in love is that every time you see a person, your heart beats faster.

Distance is not a limitation, but the closer the better

Would you choose a ripe or unripe fruit?

Once upon a time, the meaning of my life was dreams of Paris, high heels and complicated relationships with bad boys. Then stability, work, credit, delivery time from IKEA. And now? Now I'm an adult, and I have wine. Red. White. Sparkling. For no reason. Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about a glass in the morning (although sometimes I thought about it 😅). I'm talking about the wine that has become my ritual, my pause, my internal stop button.

🤔 Just think, have you ever noticed how men behave there? For me, it's like a small test, where a lot can be seen at once: character, habits, even mood.

They are my champions at eating up hours. I can spend hours replaying situations in my head in which nothing even happened. Just thoughts. Just internal "what ifs". And this is more exhausting than jogging.

But because I don’t remember how to do it. How to ask questions not to fill a pause. But to truly hear. How to look — and see. Not compare, not try on, not analyze. Just be. Look and see.

It's just on purpose, as if it's some kind of trend - "I'm on my own, I don't need anything." And then they complain that no one shows up, no one writes, no one calls. And why should they, if you yourself are hiding behind a wall of coldness? ❄️

If I want, I work until night, if I want, I cook pasta at three in the morning and turn on the music louder. I can screw in a light bulb, and hand in a report, and fix a door. And if I want, I can disappear for a couple of days just like that, without explanation.

Oh, mi amor, autumn has come, and I ask myself this question again. In the morning, I don’t want to run barefoot onto the balcony with a cup of coffee, the wind tickles my shoulders, and goosebumps run across my skin. But you know what? I even like it. Autumn is like a man with character. A little cold, but so inviting. I am Laura, and for me, warming up in the fall is a whole ritual. It’s not just putting on a sweater and covering myself with a blanket.

I'm writing to you straight from the scorching city, where the asphalt is melting under my feet, and I feel like ice cream on a frying pan. Yes, not in a cup or a waffle cone, but on a frying pan. Because it's so hot that you want to melt and disappear into the shadow of the nearest air conditioner.

All of us, at some point, have faced a situation where we weren’t the one chosen. Not in love, not in friendship, not at work, not even in family. It hurts. It cuts deep. It chips away at your self-esteem and triggers a painful question: > “Maybe there really is something wrong with me…” 😓

Sometimes, we just need to be alone — to shut the door, silence the notifications, and finally hear… the quiet. 😌 But other times, that same silence cuts deep, echoing like a hollow void and whispering painful questions: “Why am I alone? What’s wrong with me?” 😢 How can we tell the difference between healthy solitude and painful loneliness?

Have you ever caught yourself replaying imaginary conversations with someone who hurt you? 😤 Maybe rehearsing the perfect comeback? Or secretly waiting for an apology that may never come? Resentment might feel like a natural reaction — but in reality, it’s a trap we fall into way too easily… and then stay stuck, slowly poisoning ourselves from within.

From childhood, we’re told: “You need to study hard,” “You need a stable job,” “You need to be convenient for others.” But who decides what we really need? 🤔What does it actually mean to “live the right way”? Is it about money, success, and status? Or is it about being honest with yourself, finding peace of mind, and the freedom to be who you truly are? 🕊 Let’s take a look— what gives you that feeling that you’re living the way you’re meant to live? And why does it matter? 💡

Working online is freedom and flexibility. It is an opportunity to work from anywhere in the world. I should not be tied to my job

What does "home" mean to you? Just walls, comfort, renovation? Or is it a place where you can really be yourself - without stress, without masks, without fear? Why, when in their apartment, do some people feel anxious, turn on the TV in the background and can't just lie down and relax? How to create an atmosphere where "I can" - be tired, silent, happy, sad? Today we're talking about the very security that is not visible, but without which it is impossible to live 🌱

I constantly think about where it is better to live, earlier I lived in a house, but when I moved out from my parents, I started renting an apartment. And now I think where I liked it more on the one hand, an apartment is convenient, shops, pharmacies, schools, gyms, cafes and it's all nearby. If the apartment is small, then there are fewer worries with cleaning, less expenses for electricity or water.