Hello! I'm Sonya. Translated from ancient languages, my name means “wise,” but my mother says that wisdom comes with experience, but for now I’m just learning to see the beauty in the ordinary. My world consists of the rustling of pages, watercolor stains on my fingers and the smell of cookies that my grandmother and I bake. I believe that every accident has its own secret meaning, and in every drop of rain there lives a little rainbow. I look for miracles under my feet and sometimes I find them - for example, in the unusual shape of a cloud or in a rescued beetle, which I carefully take out onto the balcony.

Long rides, slow kisses, and movies that end with tangled sheets

Boring chats, fake compliments, and men who can’t take direction