😊💌 I want to share with you one of my passions... I love taking pictures! 📸 It's not just a hobby - it's my way of seeing the world, noticing beauty in simple things and capturing moments that slip away so quickly... 💫

Hello, my dear stranger! 🌹✨I hope you don't mind that I'm writing to you???

This silence is not peace — it’s a slow poison. It eats away at trust and closeness. When communication breaks down this way, both sides suffer.

When you grow and start developing, it doesn’t always bring cheers. Sometimes it brings annoyance.

I tried everything: wet wipes, paper towels, sun-drying it on the balcony, even pretending it didn’t happen. But no. The purse never recovered. The love was gone.

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. 😍