Did you think that creativity requires a large workshop? It turns out that all you need is one chair, a table, and a little cunning.

For years, I dreamed of seeing all the countries in the world. But one day I realized that you can travel without leaving home — you just need to turn on the aromas.

I always collected scraps — tickets, photos, notes. But one day I decided to turn it all into a real story. That's how my first scrap book was born.

No, this is not a drama or a list of exes, but a real women's manifesto about the fact that sometimes the most interesting lessons we learn are not from books, but from dates. Fun, honest, with a twist - exactly what will touch both men and the jury!

A candid and sensual post about women's fatigue from struggle, the need for true warmth, silence and acceptance. For men who feel deeper 💫🕊

My grandma always said: "Not all frogs turn into princes, but a real man is always revealed in the little things." Here is my funny (and somewhat true) post about how I use my grandma's advice to not waste time on those who do not deserve to be in my fairy tale.

I'm sitting here thinking about this because I constantly catch myself pretending to not care who texts first. Like, I'm so independent, my own boss, I don't care who texts first. But inside, to be honest, it's not like that at all.

I'm tired of performances. Of these bright flashes, after which nothing remains. Only smoke and a little emptiness.

And I just want one thing - to have a person nearby for whom I would want to turn off the Internet 📴.

Seriously, I watch around and often think - is it so hard to just say that you are hurt, sad or afraid of something? Or maybe it is considered unmanly? 😶

Not something quiet and docile, but on the contrary - something bold, brave, very alive. As if an internal compass finally catches the right signal. And you're like: aha, here it is. Right there. Right for this.

Not everyone likes to stand at the stove in the morning. Me too. But I love to eat deliciously. I'm sharing my tried and tested "quick and easy" ones.

Sometimes everything falls apart. But you can always put yourself back together — piece by piece, little habits. Here are my personal saviors.

I don’t like chasing after everything expensive. Sometimes simple things from the nearest supermarket save you more than luxury. I’ll tell you about mine, but remember — we are all different.

If you think you know Bali — beaches, coconuts and surfing — you've only seen postcards. The real Bali is where it's quiet and no one poses for stories.

This is familiar to many: you meet a person, the heart begins to beat more often, excitement appears, hope, expectation ... But time passes - and suddenly it becomes clear: he is not ready. He does not want to talk about the future, leaves frank conversations, avoids rapprochement. And yet, contrary to common sense, you continue to hold on to this relationship. Why?

Proximity and freedom are two words that in the context of relations often seem contradictory. One implies a merger, the other is autonomy. One is compatibility, the other is a personal trajectory. Nevertheless, it is their combination that makes the relationship truly mature. But is it really possible - to be truly close and at the same time remain free?

Jealousy is a feeling that we justify, we are ashamed, then we are afraid in others, then we do not notice in ourselves. Sometimes it seems to be proof of love, sometimes its destruction. But if you listen deeper, something more is almost always hidden behind jealousy than just the fear of the opponent. It can be fear of losing, painful dependence or painful longing for attention. And sometimes - all at once.

A post for those who are tired of the same profiles and want a real one - with character, charm and sincerity.

We are used to believing that love needs to fight. Cinema, books, songs - everything around inspires: if the feelings are real, they deserve efforts. But in life it happens differently. Sometimes relationships are not pleased, but depleted. Do not inspire, but exhausted. And then a difficult question arises: is it worth continuing? Or is it time to admit - this is not a struggle for love, but a struggle with oneself?