Haha 🤣🤣🤣 So True... 🥲

Just morning coffee 🖤☕

Reading 🩷

All morning I've been wandering my thoughts through the text of my latest chapter... To finish it, I think I poured three cups of hot tea to keep myself awake... Somewhere in the beginning of the editing I ran out of chocolate and realized I had to rely on myself 😅

I haven't yet read through the whole thing completely, as a reader, without being distracted by mistakes. I worried about whether I had succeeded in describing the depth of the dramatic moment the story had come to...

But when I read this morning, "OMG, I couldn't sit still reading... You've outdid yourself... My heart shattered into a thousand pieces..." I realize that it wasn't all in vain.

If you don't write for the sake of evoking such emotions and gently touching people's hearts, then I don't know what you do it for... It's pure pleasure 🩷

Whenever I give yellow flowers, whenever I get yellow flowers, whenever I see yellow flowers in someone's hand... Every time I have this scene in my head 💛

It's such a strong association...

Morning ❄️🩷

My morning in a few photos ☀️🩵

P.S. Compliments from men are definitely nice, but compliments from women (especially strangers) are so precious 💛

Saturday 😎💛 it's so warm outside ☀️

Some random pics from Friday, my almost 33000 steps of the day and we have the first heavy thunderstorm of the season⚡

My mood for today😴👌☺️

Sheltered from the weather at home, from the strong wind that brought wet snow to our city, I decided to make myself a coffee and continue sharing my thoughts...

I know how to be a friend.

I grew up surrounded by grandmothers who said, "You can't trust anyone." "Friends aren't real." "Everyone betrays except the family." But family was not easy, I grew up early and friends turned out to be the people I could rely on in any situation in life. It wasn't always perfect, but people have good hearts and can forgive.

I never had male friends. I mean, there were girlfriends' boyfriends, girlfriends' husbands, my brother and my uncle, with whom I am only 7 years apart. There were colleagues. There was a friend of my husband's who at some point in our life became more of a friend of mine. He used to call me, he used to come over when I was alone at home with my son, I even used to joke with him and say, "Well, call him (husband) and arrange your time, we'll sit all together." But he got married and communication became minimal.

Men have always been interesting to me as individuals, I did not like all those female conversations with clichéd phrases that "all men are the same", I was silent and annoyed. This is not the case and all men are so different, so interesting! There is a whole world behind each one of them.

And it is such happiness or luck or magic to find a very similar person in this huge world. Honestly, it's like a gift from heaven, unexpected, inspiring. When you feel free to talk about your favourite movies, books, discuss art, talk about writing fanfics and not feel ridiculous! Not to make excuses for your taste... And also lifting the veil of secrecy and sharing your playlist (which you call "silent shame" because of your weird taste in music) *smiling* is, I think, the ultimate in trust.

Yes, I definitely know how to be a friend.