I start overexplaining like I’m auditioning for a role in a crime drama.

There is something special in a view that is not hiding. The look in which silence lives. Gentle, warm, real. Not flashy, not on the way - one that touches somewhere deep inside.

I combine fire and light, power and lightness. I'm not just dancing - I live with a dance. Every movement of my body is a language. It's a story. It's an emotion.

Pizza is supposed to be comfort food, right? Warm, cheesy, tasty — something that just makes your day better. But once, I decided to try a “pizza with everything.”

Now, I’ve learned to pick comfort first, even if it means skipping the latest styles. Healthy feet and feeling good while walking should always come first — that’s what really matters in the long run.

Even when I get home late, when my legs ache, when all I want is to collapse on the couch and do nothing — Still, I lean down, take them off gently, and place them right. I don’t toss them in a corner. I don’t kick them under the shelf.

There are things that are not worth hiding. Like, for example, fresh bread - while it is still warm, with a crispy crust, you want to immediately break off a piece and give it to someone nearby. Or like the spring sun after a long winter - it is impossible to keep it inside, you will definitely say to someone: "Look at the sky today!"

I worn this dream in my heart for a long time. About a home where warmth, love and reciprocity prevails. About relationships where two are a team, an alliance, a deep understanding. Where every morning begins with hugs, and evenings-with conversations and views that are more than any words.

I do not dream of locks, diamonds or perfect pictures of life. My dream is small. But at the same time so large, deep and important ...

I am not a girl. And I don’t want to pretend to be one.

I can't imagine summer without ice cream. How can it be? Some people are waiting for a vacation, some for the beach, and I for the moment when the first piece of cold wonder melts on their tongue.

I know how women who dream are looked at. Sometimes with pity, sometimes with a smile. But I dream out loud on purpose.

My grandmother had the most delicious tomatoes in her garden. Big, warm from the sun, with soft skin and sweet juice. We picked them early in the morning, when it wasn't too hot.

A confession from a very feminine woman who watches you closely 👀 Men, let's be honest. Have you ever caught yourself thinking: "Why is she acting like this? Why is she testing my nerves, although everything seemed fine?" 🤔

By The Woman Who Doesn't Go For Boys Anymore Because She Fell In Love With Maturity You know what I'm going to tell you, men? If you think your best years are spent in the gym in your twenties, you're very wrong. At 25, you had abs, a cheeky smile, and a questionable beard 😅. But after 35, something really interesting happens to you. And as a woman, I want to confess: you become unbearably attractive. 😍

Hi. An ordinary woman is writing to you — not a fairy in a dress made of clouds, not a princess on the pea 👸. Alive. The one who can laugh 😂, argue 🤨, dream 🌙. And... wait. Yes, wait for your message 📩. Yours, because you are not just a man from the feed. You were interesting. Or became important. Or at least hooked. And now — you are silent 🤐.

You men have no idea what simple things turn on our imagination 💥 Do you think that only luxury cars, status or abs hook us? Ha 😏 Sometimes it's enough to see how you roll up your shirt sleeves. Or how you squint in concentration while reading something important 📖. Or that moment when you smile slightly — not knowing that I'm already imagining how this smile is directed only at me 💘

Do you know how it happens?.. You are not a girl. You have your own opinion, job, character - be healthy 💼. You know what you want. You know how to say "no" ❌ and you are not used to bowing your head. But suddenly... He appears 👀.

Men, I'll tell you honestly 😏I know you notice. Sometimes furtively 👀, sometimes too openly. When I walk into a cafe ☕, and you hold my gaze for a split second. When the light is red 🚦 — and you, sitting behind the wheel, suddenly realize that you haven't listened to music for a long time, but watch the wind play with my hair 💨👩‍🦰.

Hello! 😊 I'm writing to you in a fit of inspiration, right with a cup of hot coffee in my hands ☕️ — it smells of vanilla and hope... Or maybe I'm just in a romantic mood today? 😄