Margarita Moroz
Margarita Moroz is one of the top Fashion influencer in Spain with 6993 audience and 1.36% engagement rate on Instagram. Check out the full profile and start to collaborate.
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As the clock strikes 30, I find myself indulging in this dirty thing called life. I raise a glass today to beautiful madness and the adventures yet to unfold. I am glad I know the difference between comfort and convenience and I make a promise to tell more people to f*** off, as that’s the only thing I didn’t do enough. Cheers to a new decade of decadence and dance on the edge of … whatever I want to dance on!
2025-11-20
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I don’t look for new places. I just get tired of old ones. A passport isn’t escape - it’s a quieter way to scream. Somewhere between gas station coffee and a stranger’s bedsheet I remember who I almost was. While you’re waiting for your boarding call I’ve already left the girl I was in the last country.
2025-11-20
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Living our best life ????
2025-11-20
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Only sky. Only music. Only me. The rest was temporary clutter, faces fading like chalk in the rain. September proved simple things survive. Air, sound, the stubborn pulse of one’s own existence.
2025-11-20
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Kak budto mne pohui
2025-11-20
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Rome outside, fire inside. This life is mine and so is the right to live it loud. No explanations, no apologies. Another year, another proof: I don’t live for your comfort. I live for my fire. Sip your opinions in silence I’m too busy drinking Rome and loving the view. If you don’t like it - well, fuck it.
2025-11-20
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Thirty-one. No candles. Just fire. A suitcase, a perfectly timed silence, and a quiet certainty that I’m exactly where the plot twists. I don’t chase time, approval or meaning. I pour champagne over them. Life isn’t short. It’s mine. And if you think this is just a photo, you clearly missed the story.
2025-11-20
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Slept in a whisper, woke up in a story. The road didn’t lead anywhere, so I followed it. Call it a trip, but it felt more like a memory I hadn’t lived yet. And no, I didn’t ask for directions, they asked for me.
2025-11-20
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This bench? Ours. This moment? Claimed. This life? Lived unapologetically: eyeliner sharp, middle finger sharper. We don’t bark back. We own the silence.
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