My naturality overflows and I am not sorry
Some girls spend hours fixing every tiny detail before a date. I admire them, really.
Me? I’m just trying to leave the house without losing my keys again!!
I’ve reached a stage in life where I don’t want to pretend. My hair is naturally wild, my laugh is loud, and my emotions? Oh, they jump out even when I don’t invite them. That’s what I call naturality overflow.
It’s the moment when you stop fighting yourself and just let your personality walk in first))
I don’t want to be perfect. I want t...
I know, I know ... this sounds like the most “girl” topic ever. But listen… stockings and nylons are like two different moods.
And yes, men do notice. Even if they pretend they don’t.
Stockings make me feel a bit playful, like I’m dressing up for something special. They always add this tiny spark of confidence. Nylons are my daily weapon: comfortable, simple, and still feminine without trying too hard.
Most women choose based on comfort. I choose based on the mood of the day.
If my morning fee...
Reset button
There's a strange moment at the end of December that we rarely talk about.
When the city is already awash in lights, the line for tangerines stretches to the door, and that special scent hangs in the air—a mixture of a frosty night wind and anticipation. And it's at this moment that it suddenly becomes clear: New Year's isn't about salads and firecrackers. It's about chance.
A chance to put an end to something that's long been overdue.
A chance to begin something that's been put off forever, as...
Need some UPGRADE?
I’ll be honest - dating me can feel like that moment when your phone suddenly says:
“Update required. lol And you’re like: “Ugh, not now.”
I get it. I’m not the easiest person right away. I dont have illusions about myself!
At first, I ask too many questions. I try to understand how you think, what you like, what you hate. Maybe I look demanding or too direct.
It’s like those long update notes nobody reads.
But give me a little patience and something interesting starts to happen.
I become mo...