Dear men, half of the summer is already behind us, and it seems that time flies at an incredible speed. Every year we hope for something special, plan trips and dream of new impressions. Isn't that right??😍

While the wind already carries the scent of summer, we again feel the call of adventure and the desire to spend this time richly and unforgettable. Do you agree with me???

I dream of a man next to whom it will be easy to be silent and have fun talking. About eyes in which there will be comfort, and a touch in which there is an answer to all questions.

For me, a morning without coffee is like a movie without the main character: something seems to be happening, but there is no mood. It's like a little magic that helps you wake up and collect your thoughts.

And each of us is a separate episode with a bunch of unexpected turns and funny moments.

We are running somewhere, looking for ideals, trying to live up to expectations - our own and others. And in this run it is so easy to lose yourself. It seems to me that in such moments it is very important to stop, at least for a minute, and listen to your inner voice.

One short sleepless night, tea, an old blanket, and the thought that it was all worth it.

A small winter recipe that once saved me from melancholy.

Sometimes the best way to cool down is to drink cold lemonade and still get burned by your own thoughts.

Why I never like to pack things in advance and what I hide between T-shirts and books.

I am often told that I live in dreams. But isn’t love the most daring of them all?

About how I go to the most ordinary coffee shops to be alone among others — and why I need it so much.

Sometimes the most important things happen not during the day, but at night. I want to tell you about my random nights that for some reason are remembered the most.

About all these weird things that I drag home for some reason — and why they make me happier than the right decisions.

There is a place where I feel most authentic - even if I'm not cooking anything and no one is watching.

Games are not always about “childishness.”

A man can remain silent for years....

A story about how sometimes the strangest routes save you from routine and restore your faith in yourself.

How a forgotten bowl of berries in the kitchen can turn into a moment you want to cling to in order to stay alive.

How the most ordinary dessert can become a small lifeline on a day when everything is falling apart.