Let’s Talk Chemistry, Baby!
You see, my mind is constantly hijacked by Lady Luliberin — she’s always throwing sparks in my brain. But honestly? I wish that, along with Luliberin, you’d also let Vasopressin run wild in your body. Just imagine the chaos — a wild party down your arteries, a full-blown hormonal rave. Read more
Friendship between two people can be a beautiful thing. Sublime, even. You meet for coffee, support each other through rough patches, share secrets you swore you’d never tell another soul. But let’s be honest — friendship with an ex? That’s a rare bird. Not impossible, just… rare. Like snow in the Sahara.
Because how exactly do you go from being everything in someone’s life to becoming almost nothing — and be okay with it?
Nope. I’m not wired for that kind of downgrade. I can’t. And truthfully, I don’t even want to be friends with my ex. Read more
Writers get butterflies, too — they’re not immune.
The only difference?
Their butterflies type.
Yes, somewhere deep in the belly, while others get cute little fluttery feelings from romance or roller coasters, ours grab a tiny typewriter and start hammering away at metaphors, unfinished stories, and overly dramatic love declarations that will likely never make it past the first draft.
But let’s talk about butterflies — the real kind. Those colorful, delicate creatures that are basically nature’s way of saying, “Transformation is possible, darling — but it’s going to get weird first.”
Thirty-five! I made it so far.
Here I am—on my way to Paris. Airports have always fascinated me. They’re chaotic, colorful micro-cities where stories pass through like wind. I always feel like an ant in an anthill—buzzing, moving, waiting.
Me and my Starbucks coffee, parked on a chair in Terminal Whatever. Watching people. Observing lives in transit. Everyone here is carrying a story. Some wrapped in silence, others bursting at the seams. The airport is just a pit stop in their life’s journey, but oh, what a diverse parade of humanity! Read more
Do you have butterflies?
Yes, you! Don’t look around — I’m talking to you.
When? Right now.
People get butterflies when they fall in love, right? So when you fall in love, you feel them too, don’t you? See…
But listen — if people get butterflies when they fall in love… do butterflies get people when they fall in love? Read more
Have you ever wondered if happiness comes in small boxes? Not the kind you unwrap with a bow—though that’s nice too—but those fleeting, glowing moments that slip into your day unexpectedly, like sun through the blinds. I’ve started to believe that an hour of true happiness is more valuable than a whole day of pretending everything’s fine. Anyway, happiness, in its purest form, isn’t meant to last forever. Maybe it’s meant to sparkle, not shine constantly. After all, if we were euphorically happy all the time… wouldn’t it lose its magic?