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Why the fvck the announcements moved to social feed too? I like to see those in one place -_-

I swear I could listen to him talking about nerdy stuff or things he likes all day long ❤️

When you want to write, but you haven’t touched your stories for six or more months and something in you resists/shuts down everytime you open the docs… I hate writer’s blocks -_- 
          
          Should I just publish something new once I finish planing it and hope it will help me get rid of writer’s block so I could write and update? 

Good evening, Europe! #Eurovision2026

What if I told you I’m really in love with you? 

"Abs or biceps?" I DON’T FVCKING CARE as long as our  kids hear us flirting & laughing instead of arguing.

I wonder how I look from his point of view…

I don’t ask whose hands you’ve known,
          whose quiet rooms you’ve wandered through.
          Let them claim what they were shown
          none of them have seen the YOU.
          Maybe someone kissed your skin,
          soft as prayer beneath the light.
          Maybe someone let you win
          gentle, careful little nights.
          But I see the spark you hide,
          how your shadow starts to breathe.
          How the fire you keep inside
          bares its teeth when you’re with me.
          I don’t care who had you first,
          who once tangled in your hair.
          Let them brag or let them boast
          I was never standing there...
          before.
          I just know the way you stand,
          how your smile turns sharp and free,
          how the world slips from your hand.
          Because you look better next to me.
          Your dress clings tighter to your hips,
          your laughter burns untamed and wild.
          There’s danger sleeping in your lips
          that wakes whenever you have smiled.
          And maybe they adored you sweet,
          kept you safe and kept you tame
          but thunder doesn’t bow so neat,
          and lightning never plays that game.
          So let them whisper what they knew.
          Let them swear you once were theirs.
          But your eyes grow darker blue
          when you feel my hands in theirs.
          Call it hunger, call it sin.
          Call it reckless chemistry.
          I don’t care where you have been
          you'd still look better here with me.

Love letters, poems and love notes will never be outdated. Especially, handwritten ones. 

A message to your father: Sir, your daughter calls me Daddy too.