My name is Ivy, and I'm in love with the human soul. Into every crack of it, into every shadow and every glimmer of light. Psychology is not just my hobby, it's my quiet magic, through which I get to know the world - and myself in this world. I read people like someone reads poetry. I love the moments when something real suddenly opens up in a conversation: tremulous excitement, childish resentment, hope hidden under the mask of irony. It is important for me not to condemn, but to understand. I'm not looking for perfect people — I'm looking for the real ones. I guess I've been looking for answers in the past because I often didn't understand why I felt out of place. Now I know that understanding yourself is like opening up slowly, petal by petal, without fear. And each person is a whole universe full of treasures and scars.