Even seconds drag on forever, and minutes turn into hours if I don't know what will happen next.

And now for me, night is my personal kingdom. When everyone is asleep, when the streets are empty, and the world slows down, I turn on the screen and immerse myself in other people's stories. 📺

You don't always need to look for something grandiose to feel the taste of life. Sometimes the simplest is enough.

The city opens up only to those who know how to slow down and catch its rhythm.

There are moments when the night turns into a real adventure, and not because it was planned, but because the atmosphere itself is created.

It doesn't matter if they are young with a naive smile or mature couples who walk so slowly as if they are afraid of falling - there is some magic in this gesture.

Shops, relationships, work - it's all the same. The shelves are bursting, the websites are colorful, the men are smiling... and in the end I stand there, paralyzed, not knowing where to turn.

The one where you can fall together, stretch out like a star, or hide under the blanket together, if life were a movie 🍷.

For some, architecture, bustle, evening lights are important, but for me, happiness is the sand that sticks to the skin and the sound of the waves that lulls you more than any music.

It's that sometimes it turns you not into a healthy, radiant girl, but into a nervous and driven controller of yourself 🍏. For a long time, I thought that love for a healthy lifestyle is about taking care of your body. But to be honest, it often looks more like an addiction to control.

Sometimes life seems complete, but something is still missing. And this "something" can be just one shade.

There are people who save money or stamps. I collect nights. Each of them sounds different, smells different and leaves its mark.

Outside the window there is sun or rain. And inside us there are clouds, thunderstorms and fogs. This is a separate climate, not subject to applications on the phone.

I don’t just wear heels — I turn every step into a little celebration. There is nothing stronger than the feeling when you walk and feel that the whole world is slightly tilted to your rhythm.

Every day is like a training camp, only for my head and nerves. I get up, even if I want to stay in bed, and do what needs to be done, without waiting for inspiration. Because inspiration is a luxury, and discipline is reality.

The room becomes quiet, even if it’s noisy around. And it seems that for a minute the world stops demanding anything from me other than just being.

When I was a child, everyone said that a good girl listens, smiles, doesn’t argue, and always tries to please. But for some reason, as an adult, I understand that “good” is not always me.

We look for someone to be there for us, but we often don’t understand that being there doesn’t always mean being close.

Sometimes you just need to step outside and disappear from the familiar picture to start hearing yourself.

One very simple ritual that makes the beginning of the day calm and almost festive.