You know, for some reason everyone thinks that infidelity is when someone undresses someone else in a hotel room bed.
The sordid drama, the scent of someone else’s perfume on a shirt, awkward excuses at three in the morning—it all feels so banal, so routine.
For me, it’s much simpler. And much more painful.
Fidelity isn’t about a stamp in your passport or a lock on your phone. Fidelity is when your world is divided into "us" and "everyone else." It’s when someone sends you something blatantly suggestive or asks you out for a drink, and the thought "why not?" never even crosses your mind—because, in that momen...
Kyiv is melting, while we burn with shame?
No, thanks.
Kyiv is sweltering right now; the thermometers on the buildings are quietly weeping, the asphalt is sticking to the soles of my shoes, and the air feels like a scorching sauna. All sensible people are hunkered down indoors with the AC on. But I decided: if the city has turned into the tropics, I’m going to act the part—wild, free, and pushing the boundaries.
Yesterday evening started off mundanely enough: it was so stifling that my brain was melting faster than ice cream. I found my...
Sometimes it seems to me that happiness consists not of grand events at all, but of small moments:
..a cup of aromatic coffee in the morning, a walk on a warm evening, a favorite book, or a heartfelt conversation with someone who understands you without needing many words.
I’m not chasing perfection. What matters to me is kindness, a sense of humor, respect, and a desire to build a genuine relationship. I love coziness, nature, and beautiful sunsets, and I believe that at any age, you can meet someone who makes you want to smile more often.
If you also believe that sincerity and warmth are ...
She went to Odesa.
A friend of mine went to Odesa ten days ago. Before leaving, she sent photos of three swimsuits and wrote:
— That’s it, I’m gone! I’m going to live on the beach.
A day later, a message arrived:
— I *am* living... but in a hoodie.
On the second day:
— The swimsuits look lovely. So far, that’s their only purpose.
Then she sent a photo of the beach. People in windbreakers, someone holding a coffee, and a sea that makes you want to look at it... strictly from a safe distance.
I asked:
— So, did...