This isn't about drama. This is about truth. It's about how fragile and fast life is inside a young soul that hasn't yet learned to distinguish the end of the world from a bad day.

I've always been drawn to the border. Where what's allowed ends and what's real begins. I love doing things that won't pass censorship — not because I'm a rebel, but because that's where freedom begins.

We rarely talk about it out loud, but the truth is that many of us — especially women — aren't used to being happy. We're used to being strong, needed, convenient, useful. We're good at surviving, coping, making decisions. But living happily — it's as if we've forgotten how to do it. Or didn't know at all.

It's like the wind that makes your head spin. Like water that flows around but leaves a mark. Like a flame that warms but can also burn if you get too close.

No, it’s not a beauty strike against the sun. And it’s not a fear of wrinkles or age spots (although this is a compelling argument). It’s simpler: I just love my paleness. I love how light skin contrasts with platinum hair, creating the effect of a porcelain doll, only alive and, perhaps, slightly sarcastic.

About work… but not only 🌿

About work and a little more 💻🌸

Hello! 🌿I never thought I'd be writing to someone from a hospital room... But here I am - in a white room with a view of the spring sky, with an IV in my hand and a stack of books on the nightstand.

Today I want to talk to you about... tattoos. 🌟Yes, yes, those very mysterious drawings that stay with us once and for all — as memories, as symbols, as little secrets.🤗

Wake up every morning, smile And imagine that you are as if you are going on a journey to happiness...

"You are my peace in a world that doesn't stop" - about love as a quiet haven in which one can find protection and peace.

There are places where time stops. Where the wind strokes the hair, the sun gently kisses the shoulders, and the grass whispers its stories. This is my element. I am real there. I am free there. There I am a woman who loves earth, sky, rain, aroma of ripe fields and happiness in the little things. I was always in love with nature. In her simplicity, her depth, in the magic she hides. Perhaps that is why I chose the agrarian path - not as a profession, but as a call of heart. Because the earth treats. Because in the field I feel alive.

It was warm, with a lazy wind that slightly ruffled the edges of the leaves on the young corn and stroked the neck of my old horse. It's May now, which means it's a busy time for us farmers.

I am not for the ordinary, not for the standard.

This question is not new - it is put generations. Someone believes that friendship between a man and a woman is a myth, because one of two begins to feel something more. Others are convinced that if there is respect, mutual understanding and boundaries - then such friendship is not only possible, but can also be very deep. I think that: everything depends not on the sex, but on the heart. Friendship is not about who is before you, but about what is between you. It is warmth, support, honesty and desire to be near without conditions. A woman can give her a wise advice to her husband, to support at the weakest moment, to sincerely enjoy his victories. And a man is to be a strong shoulder, a careful listener and those who are always on your side.

"What I don't do in relationships anymore" is a strong post-reflection with experience: without insults, but with clear conclusions.

About inner peace, the beauty of age, maturity and self-acceptance.

about authenticity in a world where everyone is "playing" something of themselves.

As an adult woman with experience, she accepts changes, moves, new relationships, new chances without illusions, but with hope.

Is it difficult to be a good woman in today's world?