Character: Angelica Mashkovskaya

Essentially, shame forces you to despise and condemn yourself for being human.

Everything important for you is determined only by you, so it does not matter what and who says about your choice or decision. You alone determine the course of your life. Be true to yourself!

You dream of justice, and the bandits - to bury you for these bright dreams.

Memory is a territory covered with the mist of mystification, where wild wolves of anger and sorrow live, over which the feeling of guilt circles, falling down like a kite and digging into the same bleeding wound with a sharp beak. This is a place with mirages of bliss and creepy ghosts that can whisper destructive motives.

Some have a zest inside, while others have an apricot pit. And it is not clear whether it will sprout and delight with juicy fruits, or you will break your teeth about it while you try to break through to the core.

Phrase Condemned

It's walking in shades of black. You think that white is finally here, that same streak of luck, but if you take a closer look, it becomes clear that it is only light gray, and not white at all. So you rush between different shades and you can’t step on another color. Not everyone in this world finds their happiness, not everyone gets better life - it's only in fairy tales that everything gets better sooner or later. Many wander in shades of black and understand that it can only get worse...

It is not very pleasant to be in a strange house where you are not welcome. There is an acute feeling that everything is trying to squeeze you out of here, even the walls seem to be shrinking, increasing the discomfort.

In seeking perfection by focusing solely on perfection, it is so easy to overlook the charm of imperfection.

ᅠ If others look exclusively at your shoulders and urge you to get naked, and it is not welcome to speak frankly about your own weaknesses, failures or mistakes - this is a warning signal that you are offered plastic feelings and plastic relationships.

If you cannot bear your own gaze and, peering into the abyss of the pupils, say with all sincerity that you want to truly learn to love yourself, then how dare you say the same to another person, putting into this concept the whole range of feelings, all shades of vulnerability, insecurity and readiness be receptive?

ᅠ Our forehead is the perfect alternative to a cork board.

ᅠ ... or finally understand that the other person simply revels in your reaction to the torture that he deliberately inflicts.

ᅠ The choice of furniture, books, style of rooms - all these are peculiar serifs, clues that raise the curtain over the subjective space of the individual, a tiny crack into that very mystical deep mystery of the person. And many try to comprehend the other without a trace, dream of penetrating into the most intimate and dark corners of the soul, but not only the keys to the uniqueness of the person are stored in the secret chests of the personality, but also the "death of Koshchei", to which if someone managed to get it, then this can not but cause alarm: voluntarily handing another knife and turning your back to him, subconsciously tense. The tension grows, intensifies and turns into a chasm between people. And what was supposed to become an unbreakable bond turns into a reason to break ties. Distant.