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🕵️♀️ THE SECRET LIFE OF A PhD STUDENT I have now been on my PhD journey for six months, and I still find myself wondering how everything manages to fit into a single schedule. During this time, I have completed my first research article, which is now ready for publication. I have also started work on a second paper, which has already been submitted for peer review. Alongside this, I have attended around seven academic events and, on 10 June, I will be travelling to ACEDE 2026 — a major three-day conference bringing together PhD researchers and academics from around the world. To be perfectly honest, I am not entirely sure where the time comes from. Between research, work, everyday responsibilities, and all the little demands of daily life, my days already seem quite full. And yet, somehow, there is always room for one more paper, one more conference, one more opportunity to learn something new. Perhaps that is what happens when you genuinely enjoy what you do. What initially feels overwhelming gradually becomes part of your routine, and step by step, meaningful progress begins to emerge. Looking back, it is remarkable how much can happen in just 6 months. So far, my PhD journey has included: ✔️ 1 research article ready for publication ✔️ 1 paper submitted for peer review ✔️ Around 7 academic events attended ✔️ Participation in the international ACEDE 2026 conference The first 6 months are behind me. The adventure, however, is only just beginning ✨

They’ve raised taxes, businesses are shutting down — I’m off to become a blogger. Chao everyone 💋

My cousin is pregnant with a boy 👼💙

LOVE DOESN’T BEGIN WITH WORDS, BUT WITH THE FEELING OF PEACE BESIDE SOMEONE ❤️ There was a time when I thought love always arrived loudly. With confessions that lasted until sunrise, messages that kept you awake at night, and emotions that felt like fireworks 🎆 But one day, I realised that the most important things happen in a completely different way. It was already dark outside. Beautiful lights were glowing in the streets, and the soft hum of people talking filled the restaurant ✨ We were talking calmly, like old acquaintances who hadn’t seen each other in years. We weren’t friends, yet we spoke about everything and nothing. One topic after another. There were no limits to our jokes, our words, or our thoughts. I didn’t need to choose the perfect phrase or try to be better than I was. And suddenly, I caught myself thinking that this was exactly the person I wanted beside me. Not because he was handsome. Not because he was intelligent. Not because he was hardworking. But simply because he was HIM. I didn’t want to change him or reshape him into someone else. I just wanted him exactly as he was. At that moment, a very strange feeling appeared inside me — a clear sense that this was the person I was meant to be beside. I don’t know why. No reasons. No proof. 🤍 No need to impress. No need to earn affection. And that’s when I understood something important: love doesn’t arrive when your heart starts beating faster. Love arrives when your heart stops being AFRAID ❤️ When it feels secure in someone’s reliability, honesty, and presence. Perhaps that’s why the strongest feelings rarely announce themselves loudly. They live in simple things. In a glance. In a random touch. In conversations about everything and nothing. In the feeling that there is someone beside you with whom you can simply EXHALE 🌿 And if one day you find yourself feeling calm instead of overwhelmed beside someone, don’t rush to look for a catch. Maybe that’s what love truly looks like. Not loud. Not performative. But REAL

This is AI or real person?

🇦🇱🍒Recommend some albanian songs for me 👇🏼

Romania 🇷🇴❤️

🖤 Just our secret

He wants to make peace, but summer is coming soon 🤫 Tag your friend 👇

Semana Santa в Малага — это не просто праздник. Это опыт, который невозможно объяснить… только почувствовать 👼 Ты идёшь по узким улицам. Свет — только от свечей. Где-то впереди — глухой ритм барабанов. И вдруг… тишина. Появляется процессия. Это Semana Santa. И в этот момент город будто останавливается. Люди плачут. Люди молчат. Люди смотрят — и не могут отвести взгляд. Потому что это не про религию. Это про ощущение жизни, глубины и силы момента. — И вот вопрос: 👉 Когда ты в последний раз чувствовал что-то по-настоящему? Не просто «красиво» для сторис. А так, чтобы внутри стало тише… и сильнее одновременно. Если ты сейчас в Испании — не упусти это. Если нет — добавь в список мест, где ты обязан побывать. Потому что есть вещи, которые меняют восприятие. И Semana Santa в Малага — одна из них. 💾 Сохрани этот пост, чтобы не потерять. И напиши в комментариях 💬 ты бы хотел увидеть это вживую?

2025 💋 my prime era ❤️

In my hometown: I rarely meet new people. With foreigners: 🤫 Who’s the same? Comment +

THE SONG OF THE DAMNED: HOW A BROKEN PAST LED ME TO THE FUTURE In the heart of Portugal, where time appears to slow, I found more than just crumbling streets and fading memories — I found a window into the past, a gateway that whispered secrets only the soul could comprehend. The song, a fragile thread woven into the fabric of my childhood, has always lingered in the air like the last note of a forgotten melody. It was never merely a tune; it was a silent companion, a reflection of times when the world felt colder, when everything seemed shrouded in shadows. Yet, it was here, in the hushed ruins of an ancient city, that I discovered the true meaning of this song. It wasn’t just a relic of the past, nor was it simply the backdrop of sorrow. It was a message — a call to embrace both the destruction and the rebirth that lies in its wake. The broken walls, the faded stone, all spoke of a life that had withstood the storms of time, not only surviving but rising anew. As I wandered these fractured streets, I began to understand something far more profound: the first and last frames of my journey are not mere coincidences, but reflections of a single narrative. Like the city around me, which endures despite its scars, our lives too are defined not by the ruins we’ve inherited, but by the way we rebuild from them. There is beauty in the brokenness; in every shattered piece, there is the potential for creation. As I wandered through Portugal’s ancient streets, the true weight of my journey began to unfold. The contrast between those who travel and those who are left behind became painfully clear. Amidst the historic ruins and endless ocean, I encountered people living in hunger and poverty — their struggles far from a distant memory, but a harsh reality. In that moment, the song I had always known, once a simple lullaby of sorrow, took on new meaning. It became a symbol of resilience, reminding me that after every dark moment, there is always light ahead. The past, no matter how broken, can give birth to a future full of hope.

The feeling is like music in the background… It feels as if in one day, I’m living three lives at once…

В Испании я испанка — и меня угощают паэльей, как родную. В России я русская — и на столе всегда горячий чай и душевные разговоры. В Армении я армянка — и лаваш подают ещё до первых слов. В Осетии я осетинка — и пироги появляются раньше, чем ты успеешь попросить. В Грузии я грузинка — и вино наливают так, будто я никогда не уезжала. В Азербайджане я азербайджанка — и ароматный плов подают с настоящим восточным гостеприимством.

Kaifun in Portugal 🤞