A spontaneous desire to have dinner on the roof of a house 🏠 turns into a small holiday of loneliness and dreams 🌠, penetrating the heart. 💖

I gave myself a spontaneous bath with petals at midnight, filled with music and candles, transforming an ordinary evening into a magical fairy tale about myself.

Love is an amazing journey, full of unexpected turns, vivid impressions and, of course, discoveries. They often say that love is when two people become best friends and like-minded people. But it’s much more than that, right? It’s when you want to explore the world together, discover new places, hold hands and share your deepest dreams.

Trust is the foundation of any strong relationship. Without it, it is impossible to feel true closeness and security. But how often do we really open up to each other without the fear of being misunderstood or rejected?

Еvery vacation with a loved one is a kind of test of patience, understanding, and love. We leave our usual comfort zone, the schedule changes, new circumstances arise. Sometimes you relax together, and sometimes you want to run away in different directions.

Filming days, cameras, dresses, makeup, walking in heels - all this is part of my life. I love it. But most of all I love the moment when I come home, open the window, take off my shoes and touch the cold floor with my bare feet.

I am surprised by how much talk there is about money, relationships, and who owes what to whom. Especially when it comes to women and men.

A little story about my love-hate relationship with cooking… and garlic.

I am often remembered at first sight. They note my appearance, admire the shots, give likes. But do they see me? The real me?

There’s something oddly romantic about the sound of rain.

Going to the gym is a journey. Mostly mental.

It’s a ritual, a comfort, and occasionally... my only motivation.

Women and professions — not just history, but the present. Plumber, pilot, firefighter, engineer, surgeon. Not from the chronicles, but from my reality. My impressions, my admiration, my personal list of those who broke barriers — just by working.

Where does this feeling of respect for simple things come from in me? Why did warmth towards manual work become not just aesthetics, but something almost personal? The story of childhood, the smell of jam and grandma's fingers in flour, stitch after stitch.

There are films that I don’t just fall in love with — I move into them. I rewatch them as if it were a meeting with my loved one, and I relive everything every time. These films have become my comfort, inspiration, and quiet companions.

Three crises. Three points when it seemed like everything was falling apart. And each time - a museum, a book, music. Not as escapism, but as a crutch for the soul. A story about how someone else's pain helps you survive your own.

Strength is not armor. It is the sky after the storm. And I allow myself: to be different. To be myself 🌿

Life by the sea is an endless rush and the power of waves that come calm one moment and stormy the next, just like our own struggles and challenges. Waves are like our emotions — sometimes smooth and gentle, sometimes wild and fierce. But it is in the storm that strength and character are born.

I can't help but share my thoughts, because this is such a delicate topic that it seems that it should be discussed simply, honestly and without reproach.

About inspiration that comes during rain. It's not just weather - it's a background for inner honesty, for silence, letters, memories. A combination of auditory and tactile images, associations, memories. 📝🎶