For those who believe that coziness is the best romantic restaurant.

I don’t remember all the pages. I remember the feelings they left in me.

Here you are, it seems like you have everything - a house, a job, plans, freedom, money... but sometimes this strange emptiness wakes up inside.

More real. Open. Brave. Even a little cheeky 😏 Although in reality, I'm not one of those who make easy contact.

I'm not kidding. When I'm alone and have some free time, I don't rest - I TRY to be useful.

Not someone in particular, but just the whole world at once. As if you feel sorry for it. Or it for you. Or you are both a little tired, but still trying not to lose hope.

Everything is in place, the pillow is dented, the kettle is not making noise yet, the window is wide open as usual. But inside... it's as if someone knocked softly "Wake up, something good can happen today" ☀️

In a world where everyone wants something from you, my home reminds you: ✨ You have the right to just be. Without a role. Without perfection. Just be.

From time to time, the best rest is not to lie around, but to create. Even if no one appreciates it later.

I didn't learn to be a photographer — I learned to be attentive. Sometimes a click — and I see something I hadn't noticed for years.

Not my person, not a man with plans, not fate on Sundays. That's it. I let go.

A man with whom everything will be “as it should be”. So that it’s beautiful, competent, according to the checklist: generous, kind, attentive, doesn’t write to others, doesn’t yell, doesn’t drink, is ready to support, knows how to communicate, earns a stable income, loves my friends, doesn’t forget holidays.

How do you tell someone that they breathe too well or love to live beautifully too much 😌

I've never been able to build relationships by the rules, I can't hide my feelings, give in to some kind of tricky moves or intrigues.

Someone who will take responsibility, solve all the problems, make it easier and better. But I... I'm not one of those. I don't expect someone to show up with a magic wand and save me. That's not me.

If summer had a voice, it would scream: "Live! Seize the moment! Take a photo of the sunset! Get some ice cream! Fall in love!" 😍🍦🌇

There are moments when you are not a girl, not a master, not a friend and not a daughter. But just a person. Alive. Real. Without a role. Without a mask.

It seemed that happiness was something big, bright, grandiose, which must necessarily be accompanied by someone nearby who would fill the emptiness.

This feeling doesn't come right away, but gradually, as if a yawn is quietly creeping up somewhere inside.

It's like an internal compass that always shows the right direction.