About gold diggers and usual ladies
Sometimes it feels like women who want only money make life harder for those who want real love. They jump from one rich man to another, make dramas, take selfies, and call it “relationships.”
And then men think we are all the same — like every woman just waits for a fat wallet.
But no! Some of us want hugs more than diamonds, warm words more than gifts.
We are not invisible, we are just quieter. Real things don’t scream.
Maybe one day, men will learn to notice the difference between gold digger...
Do you love kissing the way I do?
When our lips meet and everything around becomes just a background.
Breaths mix in a way that is no longer yours or mine.
The movement of our lips creates a music only our bodies can hear.
I feel our hands searching for answers where words fail.
And even the slightest touch echoes inside me longer than one could imagine.
This moment is full of whispers and soft moans that need no translation.
Do you feel it too, or is it just me getting lost in these sounds?
THERE IS ONLY US, DESIRE AND THE MAGIC OF THE MOMENT
For me, Love wasn't about a number on my passport, years of experience, or the number of roads traveled. It comes quietly, unexpectedly, sometimes where we least expect it. It teaches us to be bold, gentle, and sincere all at once.
You can fall in love at 20, at 40, at 60... and even later. Because the heart never ages; it's always open to warmth, tenderness, and passion. Love doesn't ask, "How old are you?" It whispers, "Do you want to be with me?"
Every moment with your loved one is precious, ...
Autumn teaches the heart to slow down
There’s something special about autumn mornings. The air feels calmer, the coffee smells deeper, and even my thoughts seem softer.
Maybe it’s the season that reminds us - it’s okay not to rush. To breathe. To let things happen at their own pace.
I used to chase everything: plans, dreams, even feelings. Now I just let life flow. I walk, I notice small things - the rustle of leaves, the warmth of a scarf, the taste of cinnamon. And sometimes, in those quiet moments, I think… if love comes to me ...