Every year I am more and more convinced that food is not just a way to satisfy hunger, but a real language of love and care. When I cook, I put a piece of my soul into it. I am not a professional chef, but I have my own special style - everything should be delicious, with soul and a little magical.

Sometimes, simple things are enough for me to feel real happiness. Imagine an evening, a light rain or quiet snow outside the window, you turn on the soft light, pour yourself a cup of aromatic tea with lemon and honey, cover yourself with a blanket and pick up a book that you have long wanted to read. At such moments, I feel like the whole world slows down, worries disappear, and only I, warmth and silence remain.

About the desire to be tenderly loved, about deep conversations at night, about touches that heal.

An ironic-psychological post. It is possible with a slightly provocative tone and personal examples.

About what flirting really is. And does it necessarily lead to something serious?

About first impressions that turned out to be misleading. And about why you shouldn't judge by the first line or photo.

About how often we feel a "spark" before the first word. What is it - intuition, experience, desire or magic?

Sometimes it seems to me that I was born at the wrong time, in the wrong place, and perhaps among the wrong people. When everyone around me is trying to be "like everyone else," I catch myself thinking that I don't know how to be "convenient." I don't know how to keep quiet when I want to talk. I don't know how to agree when I'm screaming protest inside. And yes, I was often told that I was "not like everyone else."

I did not ask fate for such a role. But it was given to me - a beautiful woman, with a brilliant past, expensive jewelry and an emptiness in her heart. My husband left suddenly... All that was left were memories, a mansion, bills, fur coats, a car and endless glances: "Well, I was lucky..."

When you're young and hot, you have no time to wait. You don't ask — you take. You're not shy — you provoke. You don't play at being modest — you play with desires.

Sometimes the world is too loud. The hustle and bustle, other people's voices, endless news, expectations, rhythms - and suddenly you want silence. That's when I pick up a pen and write poetry. This is my pause. My way of saying what you can't say in words in a conversation.

A new week is like a blank page. I wonder what the Universe will write for you? Let's take a look at the astro forecast!

No, really. Ask yourself right now: who is holding the helm?

There are things that cannot always be described in words. But a woman feels it. With her back, her skin, her heart. This special inner peace is when there is a man next to whom you are not afraid.

How many times have you caught this gaze?

Sound familiar? You: write, call, send emoticons, pies, tenderness and a soul in a bag. He/she: reads after 6 hours, replies after 6 days, and feels... after 6 lives.

Once I was told: - You think too much. I answered: - Yes, but it's still better than not thinking at all.

We women know how to love. So much so that the radiators are turned off due to overheating, flowers begin to grow on their own, and men have bouts of romantic panic. 🌹🔥

Sometimes I catch myself asking a question like: "But the moon shines from a new side every day, right?.." And in response - raised eyebrows, a slight twitching of the corners of the interlocutor's mouth and a silent phrase in the eyes: "Are you serious?" Yes. I am serious. Well... almost. 😏

If you've ever tried tender salmon on a bed of rice, deftly grabbed by a strip of nori, or a crispy roll with cucumber, cheese and shrimp — then this holiday is for you too. Sushi and Rolls Day is an unofficial but delicious reason to gather friends, treat yourself to delivery, or maybe even take a risk and cook these Japanese masterpieces yourself.