There's a feeling when pain and pleasure are so intertwined that it's impossible to distinguish one from the other.
You can be happy when something aches inside; you can enjoy the moment when your heart groans with anxiety.
It's this very boundary that the bravest seek. Playing with yourself, with emotions, with what can't be called "right."
Sometimes it seems that pleasure without pain has no flavor. Suffering makes it real, intense, genuine.
We create small challenges: silence instead of speec...

We deceive ourselves so often. And there's a strange sweetness to this deception.
You say, "I'm strong," but you're afraid of silence. "I'm independent," but you check your phone every five minutes. "I'm in control," but your heart beats faster when someone even appears in your thoughts.
Self-deception isn't lying to others. It's a way to not feel pain completely, to avoid facing the truth. It allows you to live peacefully, but at the same time, it leaves a void that nothing can fill.
And here's...

Boo… or maybe just “Hi”?

Halloween always makes me smile - it’s the only night when a little mischief feels completely right! I love the sparkle in people’s eyes, the laughter, the cozy candlelight.

If we met tonight, I’d challenge you - no masks, no tricks, just honest smiles and maybe one small wish: to feel that spark that doesn’t fade by morning.

So, trick or treat… or maybe both?

Every autumn feels like a small beginning…

Maybe because I’ve always loved this season - cozy, calm, full of meaning. It’s a time when you want not noise, but warmth. Not crowds, but one person who understands without words.

I imagine coming home after a long day - taking off my coat, hearing someone’s voice say, “You’re finally here.”
That’s not just romance - that’s peace. And I think peace is the most beautiful kind of love.

Do you agree?