During these morning hours, my family would gather together and go to church. For us, it was not just a routine matter, but a real small tradition that brought peace and inner order to our lives.

Maybe it sounds too immeture? But I really beleive that one man — is EVERYTHING. Not just "one of many" :)

There is a special feeling — noticing someone else's light in the windows and fantasizing about who is laughing, baking a pie, or just reading in silence.

Sometimes I want to hide even from my own thoughts. Then I close the doors, turn off the lights and turn on the coziness. Not for someone else. For myself.

When the day is ending and my soul is noisy, one simple action saves me - make coffee. Not for the sake of cheerfulness, but to feel the support under my feet and the taste of the moment.

(Wisdom of Solomon 13:1–5)

This post was born as a personal letter ✉️ to those men who have already lived a lot 🌿, but perhaps have not yet felt the most important thing 💫. I am not writing for a game 🎭. I wonder if any of you believe that the real can come later than we are used to waiting for ⏳. It is about a second chance 🔄. About silence 🤫. About a look 👀. And, perhaps, about you and me 💞

I often think about home. Not about a renovated apartment. About a space where it's good.

Recently I came across an old video - I'm in the village, running through the field, screaming, laughing. Hair in a ponytail, dirty knees, but my face is glowing. It was me.

When I say I love boxing, it’s not a game. I really do. But not for show. And not for likes.

What are women's dreams? What are the romantic desires that have lived in us since childhood - not always clear, but so real?

Flowers are not just a gift, but a symbol of mood, memories, soft power and a subtle inner response to beauty.

Yoga helps to slow down, exhale, feel your boundaries, let go of what is hard, and hear what is really important.

It was the simplest Saturday. I wasn't expecting anything. But it's evenings like this that are remembered the longest.

I see people when they are on the road. Tired, angry, in love, lost. Sometimes one look - and you understand more than in a year of communication.

I'm not complicated. I'm very simple when I'm loved correctly.

Jesse and I (yes, he is my dog, my friend, my therapy) are more alike than you think.

And you know, not because I am weak or do not understand what is "good" and what is "bad". But because I am alive. A living, feeling sinner who succumbs to temptations.

Hello, dear men! 👋😉 Today I want to tell you how I see the man of my dreams. And I will immediately dispel the main myth - he is not a superhero with perfect abs and a face from an advertisement 💪😎. No, the man of my dreams is completely different.

You know what can really drive me crazy? 🤯 Not the abs 💪. Not the status 💼. Not even the style 😎. But... when a man is completely immersed in his work. When he is all there - in thoughts, ideas, details. Concentrated. So much so that the world ceases to exist 🌍❌.