I wasn’t planning to go anywhere tonight…
But I got tired of cooking and decided to treat myself.
Threw on a leather jacket, ordered a ride — and picked a little Italian place I’ve never been to.
I don’t know if the pasta will be good,
but at least I already feel like the main character 🍝✨
What’s your favorite kind of date night?
2025-06-11 13:01:57 +0000 UTC View Post
I wasn’t planning to fall in love…
with a skirt.
But something about it made me pause.
Maybe it was the way it hugged my waist,
or how it made me feel — a little more delicate, a little more bold.
I tried it on just for fun.
Now I can’t stop thinking about it.
Is it silly to get butterflies in a fitting room?
🖤 It felt like a small date with myself.
2025-06-11 00:59:04 +0000 UTC View Post
The sun was warm, the air was soft 🌴
and I just wanted to feel everything at once.
No plans, no rush.
Just me, the light, and a little bit of trouble in my smile 😘
Where should I go next?
2025-06-10 12:55:06 +0000 UTC View Post
We didn’t think the desert would touch me like that.
But it did.
The wind, the speed, the sun on my skin…
It was rough. It was quiet.
And it made me feel something I can’t fully describe.
I was riding that quad with my heart racing,
but not from fear — from freedom.
It was wild. And honestly… kinda hot.
Like the desert knew my secrets and whispered them back.
I brought this piece of fire home with me.
And I’m sharing it with you.
🎥 Filmed it for you — but some things you can only feel when you’re really there.
2025-06-10 00:54:04 +0000 UTC View Post
I took these today with no plan. Just soft light, wooden floor and a little peace inside.
Some days, I don’t want to smile or speak — I just want to sit on the floor and listen to the quiet.
If you’ve felt that too lately — you’re not alone 🤍
2025-05-26 07:15:12 +0000 UTC View Post
If I ever went on a real first date — the kind with butterflies and way too much thinking —
I’d wear this.
Something soft. Something bold.
Something that says: I want to be seen… but only by you.
And maybe I’d sit like this, with my hand against my face,
half nervous, half dreaming —
wondering if he’s looking at me the way I secretly hope he is.
Because sometimes, just sometimes, it feels good to believe in magic again.
2025-05-24 20:20:23 +0000 UTC View Post
I don’t rush.
I move like I know who’s watching —
but I don’t stop for anyone.
Red lips. Long coat. Quiet power.
Don’t ask what I’m doing here.
Ask yourself why you noticed.
Some days I stay in silence.
Not because I’m sad — I just like listening.
To the city outside my window.
To the way my body feels in soft clothes.
To my breath, slow and warm.
This is my quiet — not empty, but full of little things I love.
And maybe you’re here with me, just reading this. That already means something 🤍