I have always loved flowers. They remind me of how important it is to remain gentle, despite all the storms.

Sometimes it seems to me that the world is going crazy with imbalances. As if we are all trying to restore justice, but in the process we are quietly creating new injustice, only in the other direction.

City life wakes you up with sirens. Village life? With a rooster sitting on your window.

Not all discoveries happen in test tubes. Some begin with a question… and a heart.

When the universe outside mirrors the complexity within us.

One random night full of thoughts, laughter in the yard and the mirror of the soul among the stars turned into a personal ritual - the birth of a new "I".

How my unusual morning with aromatic lavender tea began, why I suddenly remembered my childhood, what self-perception this small morning ritual action brought - and how after all this I wanted to write poetry and tell people that the world can be changed with a cup in your hands. ✨

A story about how a randomly poured poem and an unfamiliar cafe crossed paths in my life, forcing me to see myself from a new perspective.

A life without haircuts and makeup — a story about how a morning mirror became a portal to self-discovery when an unexpected surprise appeared after a routine procedure.

Why does this happen? Why in our modern world, where everything seems to be about equality and partnership,

I'm learning to be myself — even when it's uncomfortable.

Jealousy is like ketchup🌶️

Strange lines that appear in your head at night 🌙, it's important to leave such unfinished pieces of life for yourself.

How can you find time for yourself and small pleasures after a busy day — without complicated procedures, but with soul? 💖

Sometimes there are moments in our lives that we don’t want to save in the memory of our phone — because we want to save them in our hearts. 💖

Feelings are not always events. It can be the touch of a cold floor, the smell of a peach from the kitchen, the sound of water in the bathroom. 🍑💦 Every morning can be turned into a small ritual of self-love.

There comes a moment in every woman’s life when she discovers… Chopin. For some, it happens in music school under the pressure of a strict teacher with a pointer, for others — on a romantic date with an ambitious pianist. And for me? Everything is more banal and more beautiful: I just decided to wash the dishes.

I admit honestly – there are days when the alarm sounds like a mockery, coffee doesn’t invigorate, and the mirror says: “Today you are a character in a horror movie.” What saves? No, not chocolate (although that, of course, too). Music!

You woke up in the morning, looked at the ceiling and thought: "Why don't I become a writer?" Welcome, dear graphomaniac, you're already halfway there! All that's left is... well, everything else.

Why give just a gift if you can give emotions, intrigue, riddles and kisses at the end? A love quest is like a romantic series, only you are the director, screenwriter and the main character. And your hero... well, he doesn't know what awaits him yet.