For so long, I thought I had to be mysterious, unbothered, like nothing really mattered to me. I thought that made me attractive. I thought it made me seem strong and independent. What it actually made me was exhausting to be around.

Everyone in my generation left. They said the village had nothing for them, that life happens in the city. I understand why they went. But I don't regret staying.

Lately, I often find myself thinking that I really want real communication. Not just a few messages in a chat, not superficial phrases — but a sincere conversation, when time flies by unnoticed, and a smile appears by itself.

I'm 57. And I genuinely laugh when someone says: "At this age, everything is behind us." What are you! At this age, everything is finally in essence. We no longer play games, we no longer pretend to be interested in listening to stories about other people's fishing catches, if all we want is coffee and a gentle look. We finally know who we are.

Someone texts you something cruel. You feel it in your stomach. Your hands shake a little. You start typing a response that will make them understand how badly they hurt you, how wrong they were, how—

I pray that God gives me a person with whom I'm not afraid to be myself. 🙏

Simple. That's it.

Or am I just... Like, maybe the poets are somewhere else. Maybe they're writing about girls who smell like their favorite books, who laugh at stupid jokes, who don't overthink every text message. Maybe they're writing about girls who aren't me.waiting in the wrong room?

It's obsessive. I know it's obsessive. But what if

Good morning!! Let it be sunshine It's raining or snowing. or winding, or a hail the size of my dreams. Good morning anyway! Or good evening, if you're reading this under a blanket with a flashlight (I'm not judging, I do it myself).

A story of a 54-year-old woman from Odessa searching for peace, love, and a new life after difficult times.

A personal story about a woman rediscovering herself and seeking love in Los Angeles while her daughter grows up far away in Ukraine.

Maybe this blog will be read by him - the one who will understand that even an ordinary nurse from Kyiv can give real warmth.

When choosing a car, the question arises: which engine type is better - electric, diesel, or gasoline? Each option has its advantages and disadvantages, and the right choice depends on your mood, lifestyle, and budget.

Body recomposition is a process that simultaneously increases body fat percentage and muscle mass. For many people, it's not just a way to improve their physique but also a step toward overall health. And proper nutrition plays a key role.

My suitcase is against the wall, my uniform is hanging neatly on a chair, and I can finally just be myself without makeup, without schedules, without the endless bustle of airports.

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There is something incredibly warm in the word "thank you". It seems to dissolve the cold between people, melt the ice in relationships and remind us that even in the hustle and bustle of life, there is someone nearby who does something for us. Maybe this is a gift from fate?

There's something special about the way animals enter our lives. They don't ask who we are, how much we earn, or what's on our minds. They don't care about our mistakes, fears, or doubts. All they need is a little attention, care, and love. And in return, they give us their whole heart