Mistakes are not the end, but experience

Any relationship eventually goes through a stage when the initial crush subsides. A storm of emotions, spontaneous actions and constant excitement are replaced by habit and calm. This is natural, because the human psyche cannot live in a constant state of euphoria. But this does not mean that interest disappears forever. It can be supported - if both partners want it.

Today I want to talk about why we love jokes. They might seem like simple short jokes, but they actually have a special power to lift spirits and bring people together.

Seriously, who came up with the idea that blondes are only sweet and harmless? 😏

Ah, being a blonde is a real mission with daily challenges! 😅

Love and Passion: Fire and Hearth

Three non-obvious answers

Today I was hit by a wave of nostalgia. You know, those memories when an old movie comes to mind — the smell of coffee at seven in the morning, rushing to get ready at nine, and endless attempts not to fall asleep during lectures.

Today I'm sitting without light again. On the table is a candle, next to it is a phone with three percent charge, and in my head is a bunch of thoughts. We are so used to the fact that the world around us is always "connected" that when everything suddenly turns off, you start to hear... yourself.

Sometimes I think love is like the wind: you can't hold it back, and no rules can stop it 😏.

Jealousy is a strange feeling. It's both alluring and frightening. On the one hand, it shows that we care about the person, that we value them. On the other hand, it can destroy everything we've built with love and trust.💓

Whether it’s a song, a book, a sunset, or a stranger’s smile—I pour myself in and then feel drained, like I’ve given away pieces of myself for free. And yet, it’s the only way I know how to feel alive.

. And when it doesn’t happen, I feel invisible. 🕳️

Like, there’s this energy about them, this untouchable aura that I don’t have.

Not in a sweet “aww” kind of way, but in a creeping, uncomfortable way, like there’s a secret rulebook I never got. I scroll through my own life in my head and realize I’m constantly measuring, comparing, analyzing… and it exhausts me. 🌀

We share jokes, stories, even fears, and it feels safe, like a little bubble we create together.

Like, a single comment, a glance, a tone of voice — suddenly it feels like a personal attack on my entire existence. And then I spiral, replaying it, twisting it, imagining scenarios that probably never happened.

not the obvious kind, like winning something or finding a penny on the street, but the quiet, invisible kind that seems to shape people’s lives without anyone noticing. Sometimes I feel like I’m allergic to it.

Some days feel long because nothing happened, and some nights are endless because everything did. I scroll back through moments in my head like someone flipping through a photo album, trying to figure out which version of myself I liked best.

It’s not about flirting or charm. It’s about noticing that little flicker of life in someone else and realizing it mirrors something I’ve almost forgotten I have. That spark that says: maybe the world isn’t so heavy today.