Sometimes it feels like in order to be happy, you need something big — grand events, travel, or significant achievements. But one day, I realized that real happiness can be found in the simplest things that we often overlook.

There are nights like this. When everything seems to stop. The city breathes softer, people sleep deeper, and thoughts get louder.

I tell myself: "Just five minutes. I’ll take a quick look..." But those five minutes lie. They’re like a soft cushion you fall into and disappear.

She’s the kind who speaks with her eyes — and sometimes, they’re soft and cat-like. But in the right moment, they can cut like glass.

Once it seemed to me that if I learn to cook well, always smile, do not ask “stupid” questions and wear underwear under the color of the mood, then a man will certainly say: "Here she is - my woman. I'll take it!"

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"I want to love funny and serious at the same time". I don't dream of perfect love. I dream of living love.

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Sometimes it seems to me that women are like flowers. We want not only to be cherished, but to be admired, to feel: "here she is - alive, beautiful, real."

If you ever accidentally come across me - whether on the Internet, or in any city, or perhaps at the station before my summer escape from reality - know: Before you stands a woman who combines laughter and romance, fire and peace. I love adventures, love to laugh at tears, get acquainted with new people, walk without a map and look for cozy corners where the world subsides.

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Sometimes it seems to me that there are too few hours in a day. Work, meetings, worries - and then it's night, and I still can't sleep.

There are days when I catch men's glances - fleeting, sliding, as if by chance. Sometimes they linger a second longer, sometimes they slide past like the wind. But I feel: this is not the look I'm waiting for. This is not a look full of interest, a desire to know, to immerse yourself, to stay. This is not the one that touches something inside.

One day I realized a simple but powerful thought: nobody is obligated to love me. Not even you. Not even him. Not even the one with whom we ate shawarma in the rain and listened to Noiz in an earphone for two.

Sex. Oh, this word is pronounced with such drama, as if we were talking about a nuclear button. For some reason, it is discussed either with tragic seriousness or with nervous giggles. But, honestly, sometimes you want to ask: "Guys, have you never cleaned your boots?" 👞

When Marilyn Monroe was asked what she wears to bed, she coquettishly answered: "Only Chanel No. 5." And with this answer, she entered eternity. No lace, no silk, no pajamas - only drops of fragrance that has become a symbol of elegance, mystery and frank feminine magic.