For a girl with vision and courage — there are no borders. The world is wide open if you’re ready to take the first step.

A romantic soul with a deep heart — I feel deeply, love sincerely, and believe in emotional honesty. I'm not afraid of passion, and I’m looking for someone who values real connection over shallow games.

Sometimes it seems like I invented him, the real one

There is one phrase that I have come to perceive with caution. And the more time passes, the more it makes me question rather than trust. It sounds like this: "I have many friends."

A light, atmospheric text about how sometimes you can save the evening with someone else's playlist, why silence can sound louder than a song, and a small detail - a favorite recipe for a quick hot drink if the music is sad.

Every woman has her own personal scent and how a random scent can bring back the most important memory. A short story about a random find and a small recipe for scented bath salts. 🧴

Why sometimes silence tastes better than words, how I learned to cook for myself and for someone else, and how one simple recipe can be associated with the memory of my first "adult" dinner.

Once, during one of my travels, I was taught to make my own "homemade lemonade" not for guests, but to return to myself after a hard day. 🌿 With memories of summer, short trips and other people's voices. 🌞

Beauty is not anatomical perfection, not fashion, and not numbers. It is a state. It is the language we speak to the world around us: I live, I breathe, I feel. And I have the right to be visible.

Movement is one of the purest forms of freedom. It helps to release emotions, live the day, and survive pain. When the body moves, the soul stops standing still.

Beauty is not anatomical perfection, not fashion, and not numbers. It is a state. It is the language we speak to the world around us: I live, I breathe, I feel. And I have the right to be visible.

I am learning to build an alliance with my body, not a fight. And, perhaps, this is where true healing lies.

In the end, everyone chooses what to believe in and how to live with it. I just want to share something personal. Maybe you'll recognize something of your own in it. Or maybe you'll just read it and move on. And that's okay, too.

There's one thing that many men over 30 don't want to admit: yes, you're already a bit of a man. Not in the sense that it's time to wear flip-flops and socks 🧦 and tell jokes about "our time", but in the sense that youthful carelessness has passed, but habits remain

A simple answer? Because our hearts and minds are often not on the same wavelength 💔🧠

Men, seriously. We respect your catch. True. But if on the third profile in a row we are greeted by a man with a carp in his outstretched arms - a slight internal panic begins 😅 Not because the fish is bad. But because it seems that apart from the fish you have nothing else to say.

Men, let's be honest. We women are ready to understand a lot. We even love it when you are absurdly cute in some way. But when you go on a first date in a classic suit... and white running sneakers... that's not "style", that's a challenge to our patience 😬

Men, we see it all. Your fingers fiddling with the edge of a napkin. How you check your phone 📱 a hundred times, even though it hasn't even vibrated. How you suddenly remember that you need to adjust your watch, sleeve, button, even though everything is in place. And you know what? This is not a minus. It's touching 😊

Sometimes, to calm my heart, it’s enough for me to just go outside. Walking slowly, breathing in the fresh air, feeling every step, listening to the birds singing and watching the leaves play with the wind.

I like to move — but not because I have to. But because it brings joy.