I have my own universal mood indicator - my Deliveroo basket. It knows everything about me better than any psychologist's test and will tell you exactly what's going on in my soul. If the order includes a green smoothie 🥑, avocado toast and a bowl of bowls - it means I'm at the peak of my energy. Today I'm wearing heels, my hair is perfectly styled, everything is under control.

Men love their “toys”. Weekend body polishing ✨, kilometers of conversations about the horses under the hood 🏎️, test drives and upgrades for the sake of a car, they are ready to wipe every speck of dust. A drone? Another passion complex maneuvers, new propellers, fresh batteries… Endless delight from operating equipment, from speed, precision, control 🎮.

My tea recipes for evenings when the most important thing is not to rush.

For those who believe that coziness is the best romantic restaurant.

I don’t remember all the pages. I remember the feelings they left in me.

Here you are, it seems like you have everything - a house, a job, plans, freedom, money... but sometimes this strange emptiness wakes up inside.

More real. Open. Brave. Even a little cheeky 😏 Although in reality, I'm not one of those who make easy contact.

I'm not kidding. When I'm alone and have some free time, I don't rest - I TRY to be useful.

Not someone in particular, but just the whole world at once. As if you feel sorry for it. Or it for you. Or you are both a little tired, but still trying not to lose hope.

Everything is in place, the pillow is dented, the kettle is not making noise yet, the window is wide open as usual. But inside... it's as if someone knocked softly "Wake up, something good can happen today" ☀️

In a world where everyone wants something from you, my home reminds you: ✨ You have the right to just be. Without a role. Without perfection. Just be.

From time to time, the best rest is not to lie around, but to create. Even if no one appreciates it later.

I didn't learn to be a photographer — I learned to be attentive. Sometimes a click — and I see something I hadn't noticed for years.

Not my person, not a man with plans, not fate on Sundays. That's it. I let go.

A man with whom everything will be “as it should be”. So that it’s beautiful, competent, according to the checklist: generous, kind, attentive, doesn’t write to others, doesn’t yell, doesn’t drink, is ready to support, knows how to communicate, earns a stable income, loves my friends, doesn’t forget holidays.

How do you tell someone that they breathe too well or love to live beautifully too much 😌

I've never been able to build relationships by the rules, I can't hide my feelings, give in to some kind of tricky moves or intrigues.

Someone who will take responsibility, solve all the problems, make it easier and better. But I... I'm not one of those. I don't expect someone to show up with a magic wand and save me. That's not me.

If summer had a voice, it would scream: "Live! Seize the moment! Take a photo of the sunset! Get some ice cream! Fall in love!" 😍🍦🌇

There are moments when you are not a girl, not a master, not a friend and not a daughter. But just a person. Alive. Real. Without a role. Without a mask.