Have you ever felt that a person... suits you? Not just like. Not just attracted. But as if everything inside freezes and whispers: "this is it."

If you've ever felt like a light bulb that shines brightly and then suddenly... just goes out — you know what burnout is. It's not just tiredness. It's when you feel empty inside, have no strength, and all the usual joys seem distant and unimportant.

There are days when I want to press Ctrl + Alt + Delete not only on my laptop, but also on myself. I'm tired. Emotionally, physically, mentally. My brain is like an overheated kettle: it makes noise, boils, but does zero good.

When the plane began to land, and white houses with blue roofs flashed under the wing, something in my chest clicked. I hadn’t even set foot on the ground yet — but I already knew: “Between us, everything is serious.” It was love at first... sun.

When I told my friend: "I'm flying to Greece for a fitness vacation!" - she looked at me as if I had decided to vacation on a construction site. "Are you serious? On a LEGAL vacation - to get up at 7 am and pump your butt?" Yes. I was serious. And, as it turned out, it was one of the best decisions of the summer.

You know what I realized after my first summer hike in the mountains? No, it’s not that I love nature. That was obvious. But that mountain mosquitoes are not just mosquitoes. They are mutants. With character. With cunning. With thirst. For my blood.

When everyone is booking hotels by the sea, I am strange: I pack a backpack, look for warm socks and go to the mountains. No, not because I am a snob. It's just that the mountains are a special state. The air there crunches, thoughts are reset, and you become a little closer to yourself.

When they told me: “Do you want to earn money quickly and honestly? Work as a cleaner!” — I thought: “Pfft! I clean the bathroom every weekend — what’s so difficult about that?”

I have one secret weakness... No, not chocolate (although that too). Not shopping. Not love dramas for the evening. I love cleanliness. And not just love, but fanatically. With love. With respect. With a microfiber cloth in one hand and a spray bottle in the other.

The morning was promising. I put on a white shirt in the style of "country chic", a hat like a French girl on a picnic, and even took a wicker basket. Everything screamed: "I am a gentle girl picking berries for jam and Instagram!" Reality screamed louder: "Bend over one more time - and your back will go on vacation without you."

Strawberry. Just say this word - and it's as if your mouth is already sweet, and your head is filled with the sun, June, a wicker chair at the dacha and ringing laughter. There are products that we love just like that. And there are those that become a part of us. I honestly admit: I am a strawberry fan, and I am definitely not going to change my "berry faith".

Youth is beautiful.

Happiness is when you have somewhere to go on a bad day, and someone to sit with in silence when you don't feel like talking.

We are not lacking in male help — we are lacking in male depth, involvement, and presence.

Where is the fine line between “you are free” and “I don't really need you”?

If you remove the habit, will the warmth remain?

About how a glance, intonation, or a light touch can say more than any words 💌

I won't beat around the bush. The age difference can be both beautiful and complicated at the same time.

They want lightness, flirtation, touch, scents...

Sometimes I wonder: is it even useful?