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I write to stay whole. The body sets the rhythm. Love listens. Language follows.
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Len k takýmto veciam som došla až teraz, nie vtedy keď by som si ešte nejako exportla 150 článkov. Nevadí, učím sa. Mne by úplne stačil vlastný writefreely, kvôli tomu jeho minimalizmu. Ale to ja postupne poprichádzam na veci. Nič mi neušlo. Ale ďakujem, takto som nad tým neuvažovala. Good point.
January 13, 2026 at 1:27 PM
Len k takýmto veciam som došla až teraz, nie vtedy keď by som si ešte nejako exportla 150 článkov. Nevadí, učím sa. Mne by úplne stačil vlastný writefreely, kvôli tomu jeho minimalizmu. Ale to ja postupne poprichádzam na veci. Nič mi neušlo. Ale ďakujem, takto som nad tým neuvažovala. Good point.
I don’t hate men.
I hate what constant monitoring did to my body.
If your nervous system is always scanning, something already happened.
Being “easy to understand” has a price.
I paid it without knowing.
This is what I’m refusing now.
open.substack.com/pub/kamilaun...
I hate what constant monitoring did to my body.
If your nervous system is always scanning, something already happened.
Being “easy to understand” has a price.
I paid it without knowing.
This is what I’m refusing now.
open.substack.com/pub/kamilaun...
January 13, 2026 at 12:20 PM
I don’t hate men.
I hate what constant monitoring did to my body.
If your nervous system is always scanning, something already happened.
Being “easy to understand” has a price.
I paid it without knowing.
This is what I’m refusing now.
open.substack.com/pub/kamilaun...
I hate what constant monitoring did to my body.
If your nervous system is always scanning, something already happened.
Being “easy to understand” has a price.
I paid it without knowing.
This is what I’m refusing now.
open.substack.com/pub/kamilaun...
January 12, 2026 at 6:27 PM
I wanted a life that didn’t immediately require my hands.
What I learned instead was how to trust them.
open.substack.com/pub/kamilaun...
What I learned instead was how to trust them.
open.substack.com/pub/kamilaun...
January 11, 2026 at 6:50 PM
I wanted a life that didn’t immediately require my hands.
What I learned instead was how to trust them.
open.substack.com/pub/kamilaun...
What I learned instead was how to trust them.
open.substack.com/pub/kamilaun...
Bosymi stopami po śniegu już weszłaś w tryb bohaterki. Jezioro to tylko dodatek fabularny 😄 Nie wszystko naraz — przyjemność też ma swoje tempo. A Ty ewidentnie wiesz, co robisz ✨
January 11, 2026 at 4:44 PM
Bosymi stopami po śniegu już weszłaś w tryb bohaterki. Jezioro to tylko dodatek fabularny 😄 Nie wszystko naraz — przyjemność też ma swoje tempo. A Ty ewidentnie wiesz, co robisz ✨
Reposted by ✿ 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊, 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥. 🖋︎
Jeśli to tatarka, to bardzo dobrze ubrana. Fine dining level unlocked 😌 Prawie szkoda jeść 😅✨
January 11, 2026 at 3:36 PM
Jeśli to tatarka, to bardzo dobrze ubrana. Fine dining level unlocked 😌 Prawie szkoda jeść 😅✨
To nie jest kawa, to test charakteru. I właśnie go zdałaś 😌❄️🔥
January 11, 2026 at 3:34 PM
To nie jest kawa, to test charakteru. I właśnie go zdałaś 😌❄️🔥
Finished 'Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead'.
Sharp, strange, morally uncomfortable in the best way.
Not a book to like — a book to sit with. ramblingreaders.org/user/kamila/...
Sharp, strange, morally uncomfortable in the best way.
Not a book to like — a book to sit with. ramblingreaders.org/user/kamila/...
January 11, 2026 at 3:14 PM
Finished 'Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead'.
Sharp, strange, morally uncomfortable in the best way.
Not a book to like — a book to sit with. ramblingreaders.org/user/kamila/...
Sharp, strange, morally uncomfortable in the best way.
Not a book to like — a book to sit with. ramblingreaders.org/user/kamila/...
Not everything that moves is unstable.
Some things are just still alive. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
Some things are just still alive. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
January 11, 2026 at 11:22 AM
Not everything that moves is unstable.
Some things are just still alive. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
Some things are just still alive. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
Desire doesn't owe anyone a resolution. Not every wanting needs to become something. I stopped apologizing for the fact that I love women differently than I desire men—both are true, neither is less. New essay on letting appetite breathe.
January 11, 2026 at 5:58 AM
Desire doesn't owe anyone a resolution. Not every wanting needs to become something. I stopped apologizing for the fact that I love women differently than I desire men—both are true, neither is less. New essay on letting appetite breathe.
They want you vulnerable but not messy.
Honest but not uncomfortable.
Sexy but not sexual.
I’ve decided to be all of it and let them cope.
Honest but not uncomfortable.
Sexy but not sexual.
I’ve decided to be all of it and let them cope.
January 10, 2026 at 11:39 PM
They want you vulnerable but not messy.
Honest but not uncomfortable.
Sexy but not sexual.
I’ve decided to be all of it and let them cope.
Honest but not uncomfortable.
Sexy but not sexual.
I’ve decided to be all of it and let them cope.
I used to think silence meant disappearing.
Now it feels like a soft boundary I finally trust. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
Now it feels like a soft boundary I finally trust. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
January 10, 2026 at 8:24 PM
I used to think silence meant disappearing.
Now it feels like a soft boundary I finally trust. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
Now it feels like a soft boundary I finally trust. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
Pure perfection ✨
January 10, 2026 at 5:36 AM
Pure perfection ✨
There were moments when words kept me here. When being readable was the only way to stay upright. I don’t regret surviving loudly. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
January 9, 2026 at 9:35 PM
There were moments when words kept me here. When being readable was the only way to stay upright. I don’t regret surviving loudly. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
Ja som odtiaľ nikdy neodišla. Hej, trošku som sa odtiľ siahla keď mi zachutila ilúzia metrík inde, ale asi som potrebovala facku aby som si uvedomila kde som doma a kde som vždy vítaná.
January 9, 2026 at 5:39 PM
Ja som odtiaľ nikdy neodišla. Hej, trošku som sa odtiľ siahla keď mi zachutila ilúzia metrík inde, ale asi som potrebovala facku aby som si uvedomila kde som doma a kde som vždy vítaná.
Substack by som nenazvala decentralizovaný, to vôbec. Len je to platforma kde sa našli všetci tý čo fungovali po tumblroch, pinterestoch a twittroch a majú to dokopy v peknom balíčku. Tiež pochybujem že Alastair je živý človek. Ale áno, môžu. Ale žiť na hrane je adrenaľín, nie?
January 9, 2026 at 11:55 AM
Substack by som nenazvala decentralizovaný, to vôbec. Len je to platforma kde sa našli všetci tý čo fungovali po tumblroch, pinterestoch a twittroch a majú to dokopy v peknom balíčku. Tiež pochybujem že Alastair je živý človek. Ale áno, môžu. Ale žiť na hrane je adrenaľín, nie?
tým že Meta inklinuje ku krajnej pravici ma to ani tak neserie, ja som úplne ok s tým že budem len na decentralizovaných sieťach. Spravila som ešte jeden pokus na Substacku, úplne za seba, pod svojim menom, žiaden alias, handle; a zatiaľ je to ok. Aj som sa tam opustila o tých mojich prípadoch.
January 9, 2026 at 9:58 AM
tým že Meta inklinuje ku krajnej pravici ma to ani tak neserie, ja som úplne ok s tým že budem len na decentralizovaných sieťach. Spravila som ešte jeden pokus na Substacku, úplne za seba, pod svojim menom, žiaden alias, handle; a zatiaľ je to ok. Aj som sa tam opustila o tých mojich prípadoch.
That’s alright. I know it’s a cliché, but what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger. Always. I don’t see much reason to complain — about missing compliments, or numbers that don’t rise. There are other things that matter far more than that.
January 8, 2026 at 4:44 PM
That’s alright. I know it’s a cliché, but what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger. Always. I don’t see much reason to complain — about missing compliments, or numbers that don’t rise. There are other things that matter far more than that.
I’m a little quieter. Not sad, not heavy — just not in a sharing mood. I want to let the last days of this trip stay gentle, unfiltered by explanation or performance. I’ll be alright. I always am. I’m just choosing presence over posts for a moment.
January 8, 2026 at 4:32 PM
I’m a little quieter. Not sad, not heavy — just not in a sharing mood. I want to let the last days of this trip stay gentle, unfiltered by explanation or performance. I’ll be alright. I always am. I’m just choosing presence over posts for a moment.
I’m fucking done bending myself into shapes mainstream platforms find “acceptable.” I show up real, they slap me, mute me, delete me. Decentralized spaces don’t ask me to beg or behave. So yeah — fuck the gatekeepers, I’m writing where I can breathe. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
January 8, 2026 at 12:44 PM
I’m fucking done bending myself into shapes mainstream platforms find “acceptable.” I show up real, they slap me, mute me, delete me. Decentralized spaces don’t ask me to beg or behave. So yeah — fuck the gatekeepers, I’m writing where I can breathe. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...