I swear, sometimes I feel like I have a magnet for the wrong ones.
I open up, tell my thoughts, my fears, my stories… and later I regret it.
People pretend to care, but then they disappear, or worse — use what you said against you.

And still, here I am. Still talking, still believing that maybe this time it’ll be different.
That maybe there’s someone who’ll listen without judging, understand without trying to fix me, and just stay.

Am I silly? Probably.
But I’d rather be silly and warm, than c...

You know what’s funny? Every time I talk with girlfriends, someone always says, “I’ll get mine done soon!” Like it’s a new lipstick.
And I sit there thinking ...really? Will bigger size make you happier? Or just get you more likes?

I love feeling sexy, I love when a dress hugs my body just right. But I also love when someone looks me in the eyes, not only lower

Today I didn’t rush.

No plans, no noise - just music, a glass of wine, and my dog sleeping at my feet.
I realized how rare it is to simply enjoy being - without needing to prove, achieve, or fix anything.

Sometimes peace feels better than excitement.
And yet… I smiled thinking - maybe the next beautiful thing that happens will find me when I’m not looking.

I tried to bake cookies today… keyword: tried.

Half of them came out fine, the other half - let’s just say, my oven might be plotting against me.
But my kitchen smelled amazing, I had flour in my hair, and I laughed so hard I forgot about perfection.

Next time I might need a brave volunteer to taste-test my “experiments.”
Any takers?