My name is Sam. This is my small but cozy place where I can take a breather, disconnect from the noise, and just be myself. This is where I spend my free time—with my favorite music in my headphones, thoughts that only come to mind in complete silence, and moments when I don't have to rush anywhere. Sometimes I write — just for myself, to capture a feeling or preserve a thought. Sometimes I just stare at the ceiling and let time pass. I like to catch moments of silence, observe little things, and find inspiration in random phrases, images, and sounds. It's my way of recharging. No big words — just me, calmness, and a little bit of simple human comfort.

About the tastes that make me who I am Food for me is not just food. It is the silence of the morning, the comfort of the middle of the day, and the soft light of the evening. Breakfast I like to start the day slowly: toast with peanut butter, tea, a little quiet time. Sometimes oatmeal with apples and cinnamon. Comfort is in the little things. Lunch Something warm and filling. Home-cooked food, macaroni and cheese, or Japanese ramen. Lunch is a time to gather my thoughts. Dinner Light dishes, warm vegetables, fish with lemon. Or something spicy, like Indian curry, to feel the day slowly slip away. Favorite cuisines of the world Italian — for its comfort. Japanese — for its balance. French — for its pastries. Georgian — for its soul. Turkish — for tea and sweets. Little things that make the day tastier: mint tea, a warm bun, chocolate in my pocket, and soup cooked with care by someone. If I were a city, I would smell like coffee, cinnamon, and roasted tomatoes.

If I were a book, I'd be a book without a cover - simple, unadorned. Without loud titles and screaming descriptions on the first page. Not one that immediately catches the eye in a shop window, but one that one finds by chance and picks up as if by intuition. I would be obscure in places, with blank pages between chapters - where you want to think or just be quiet. Some lines would seem strange, as if written in another universe. But if you read slowly, if you didn't try to understand everything from the first time, something would come out between the lines. My story would not be about loud events, but about subtle feelings, imperceptible glances, quiet thoughts that are rarely spoken aloud. It would be a book that one reads alone - and sometimes comes back when one wants silence and someone who will understand without words.

I like people who stay true to themselves — without masks, without pretension, without unnecessary noise. Those who know how to remain calmly silent 🧘‍♂️, who are not afraid to be real, even if it is not always convenient. 💛 Sincerity — in words, in looks, in simple actions. 🤗 Kindness — not loud, but real, quiet, and warm. 👂 The ability to listen, not interrupt, not rush. 😂 Genuine laughter, without pretense. 👀 And a gaze you can drown in without saying a word. ✨ I love it when it's easy to be with someone, even in silence. No need to pretend, play games, or try to be someone else. Just be — that's enough. 🤍