🌸 I always thought being kind meant never saying no, never disappointing anyone, always putting others first.

Like wanting something for myself was selfish.

When I was younger, I thought soft hands meant you were delicate, refined, like the city girls I saw in magazines. But now I look at my hands and I see something different.

II do this thing where I become whatever version of myself I think the other person wants to see.

About small joys without explanation.

About “study with me” videos, cleaning, and quiet productivity.

I truly love cooking pasta. Not because it's quick and easy-although that's true too 😉 But because for me, pasta brings a sense of mood, freedom, and a little magic to the kitchen.

Unusual activities that fascinate people all over the world

Today I want to talk to you about the letters. Not about those that are written on business or sent in a hurry, but about those that are born from an overflowing heart. About pink love letters.

Valentine's Day as the main association with February and a reason to reflect on love-for others and for yourself 😘💖💋

Last chance for true passion? 😢🔥 Fear of loneliness vs fire of love: your choice? 💔😈

Long legs provoke: admire or take a risk? 😏🦵 Secret demons and unmasked passion await! 🔥🙊

Men with experience, will the red fire burn your patterns? 😈🔥 Passion without brakes, true feelings and provocation for the brave! 💦🎵

Why do people travel anyway? To escape? To prove something to themselves? To tick a box and say, "I've been there"? Or to, at least for a little while, stop being who they're expected to be?

Men, are you ready for true love without masks? 😏💦 Deep feelings, passion, and provocation await!

This year, more than anything else, your energy matters. Not your schedule. Not your productivity. Not how much you manage to squeeze into one day. But how you feel while living it. Because energy is what determines the quality of your choices, your relationships, your work, and even your rest.

A reflective, emotional post about vulnerability and trust. It uses the metaphor of a “snow queen” to describe emotional self-protection, hidden warmth, and the longing to let go of fear, melt the ice, and allow love and passion to be seen and shared.

I always thought this was some other life, not mine. Beautiful girls in uniform, airplanes, distant cities. And then one day I just applied. I don't know what prompted me. I guess I wanted to see if I could do it. I was invited to an audition.

I often think about how strange life is. I know what the world looks like from above. I'm a flight attendant, and the sky has become part of my daily life.

Winter in Spain is something incredible. Snow and frost linger in my memory, while the streets are warm, with a gentle wind and sunshine that warms even in winter. In January, temperatures here typically hover between 10 and 18 degrees Celsius, which for us, accustomed to the gray, cold winter, feels almost like summer luxury.