Ash'n'Soil
@ashnsoil.bsky.social
writer of sacred rage & radical softness | queer feminist witch | ash-born, soil-rooted | www.ashnsoil.com
Profile pic: ash’n’soil logo — a plant rising from ashes. Banner: “Dive deep — what do you choose?” with a forest in the background.
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Hey Bluesky people — I’m new here.
I’m Jull, the voice behind Ash’n’Soil — a raw, honest blog rooted in resistance, reflection, and radical care.
I’ve had enough of patriarchy, silence, and being told who (or how) to be.
On my blog, I write it all — emotions, rage, softness, protest.
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Hey Bluesky people — I’m new here.
I’m Jull, the voice behind Ash’n’Soil — a raw, honest blog rooted in resistance, reflection, and radical care.
I’ve had enough of patriarchy, silence, and being told who (or how) to be.
On my blog, I write it all — emotions, rage, softness, protest.
....
Was es alles gibt im Land der unbegrenzten Moeglichkeiten.
October 7, 2025 at 1:06 PM
Was es alles gibt im Land der unbegrenzten Moeglichkeiten.
I could scream into the nothingness,
when souls echo through each other,
the next chapter is already written.
when souls echo through each other,
the next chapter is already written.
September 15, 2025 at 1:40 PM
I could scream into the nothingness,
when souls echo through each other,
the next chapter is already written.
when souls echo through each other,
the next chapter is already written.
And sometimes, there is a finally,
that long-awaited relief.
Never give up.
that long-awaited relief.
Never give up.
September 1, 2025 at 8:49 PM
And sometimes, there is a finally,
that long-awaited relief.
Never give up.
that long-awaited relief.
Never give up.
I was born to fit in.
To be the good girl.
I was born to braid other girls’ hair.
I was born to learn the recipes of my great-grandmother.
But I was raised to stand the fuck up.
To walk against the line, my dog beside me.
To braid my own hair,
and never bow to anyone.
#standproud
To be the good girl.
I was born to braid other girls’ hair.
I was born to learn the recipes of my great-grandmother.
But I was raised to stand the fuck up.
To walk against the line, my dog beside me.
To braid my own hair,
and never bow to anyone.
#standproud
August 17, 2025 at 7:22 AM
I was born to fit in.
To be the good girl.
I was born to braid other girls’ hair.
I was born to learn the recipes of my great-grandmother.
But I was raised to stand the fuck up.
To walk against the line, my dog beside me.
To braid my own hair,
and never bow to anyone.
#standproud
To be the good girl.
I was born to braid other girls’ hair.
I was born to learn the recipes of my great-grandmother.
But I was raised to stand the fuck up.
To walk against the line, my dog beside me.
To braid my own hair,
and never bow to anyone.
#standproud
We all bleed the same.
We are still living our ancestors’ wars.
This has to stop.
We must stay loud.
Siamo tutti antifascisti — till the last breath.
We are still living our ancestors’ wars.
This has to stop.
We must stay loud.
Siamo tutti antifascisti — till the last breath.
August 16, 2025 at 3:40 PM
We all bleed the same.
We are still living our ancestors’ wars.
This has to stop.
We must stay loud.
Siamo tutti antifascisti — till the last breath.
We are still living our ancestors’ wars.
This has to stop.
We must stay loud.
Siamo tutti antifascisti — till the last breath.
Don't send me nudes..it's so 2025.
I want to know who your favorite researcher is, fudge.
Explain to me why our voice adapts to the language.
Show me how a bat gives birth.
Don't be like the others....be like 1725.
I want to know who your favorite researcher is, fudge.
Explain to me why our voice adapts to the language.
Show me how a bat gives birth.
Don't be like the others....be like 1725.
August 13, 2025 at 5:34 PM
Don't send me nudes..it's so 2025.
I want to know who your favorite researcher is, fudge.
Explain to me why our voice adapts to the language.
Show me how a bat gives birth.
Don't be like the others....be like 1725.
I want to know who your favorite researcher is, fudge.
Explain to me why our voice adapts to the language.
Show me how a bat gives birth.
Don't be like the others....be like 1725.
Du darfst ruhig gluecklich sein.
August 6, 2025 at 8:26 PM
Du darfst ruhig gluecklich sein.
Mentally coping with tattoos is not an adult way.
Repeat: Mentally coping with tattoos is not an adult way.
I'm not an adult.
Repeat: Mentally coping with tattoos is not an adult way.
I'm not an adult.
July 18, 2025 at 6:37 PM
Mentally coping with tattoos is not an adult way.
Repeat: Mentally coping with tattoos is not an adult way.
I'm not an adult.
Repeat: Mentally coping with tattoos is not an adult way.
I'm not an adult.
Mentally sick,
physically thick.
- the best of both worlds.
physically thick.
- the best of both worlds.
July 18, 2025 at 10:52 AM
Mentally sick,
physically thick.
- the best of both worlds.
physically thick.
- the best of both worlds.
And till death, we do art.
July 11, 2025 at 12:01 PM
And till death, we do art.
My first crush ever:
Vitani von Koenig der Loewen.
Erklaert alles.
Vitani von Koenig der Loewen.
Erklaert alles.
July 10, 2025 at 11:18 AM
My first crush ever:
Vitani von Koenig der Loewen.
Erklaert alles.
Vitani von Koenig der Loewen.
Erklaert alles.
U can think that u are in love, while u are just in pain.
July 8, 2025 at 11:15 AM
U can think that u are in love, while u are just in pain.
U know how it feels?
To be your own mums mum?
It's shit.
Since 1995.
To be your own mums mum?
It's shit.
Since 1995.
July 7, 2025 at 4:56 PM
U know how it feels?
To be your own mums mum?
It's shit.
Since 1995.
To be your own mums mum?
It's shit.
Since 1995.
Du bist die Blaupause meines Albtraums.
July 6, 2025 at 9:11 AM
Du bist die Blaupause meines Albtraums.
Wie lange braucht so ein Nervensystem eigentlich um sich zu regenerieren?
Frage fuer eine Freundin.
Frage fuer eine Freundin.
June 29, 2025 at 6:53 PM
Wie lange braucht so ein Nervensystem eigentlich um sich zu regenerieren?
Frage fuer eine Freundin.
Frage fuer eine Freundin.
Eines der haertesten Dinge, wenn mein sein Elternhaus verlaesst, um selbst zu ueberleben, ist, zu wissen, dass die eigenen Geschwister noch in dieser Hoelle leben.
June 29, 2025 at 11:50 AM
Eines der haertesten Dinge, wenn mein sein Elternhaus verlaesst, um selbst zu ueberleben, ist, zu wissen, dass die eigenen Geschwister noch in dieser Hoelle leben.
(Ich arbeite in der mobile Familienhilfe.)
Schon ironisch, wie ich 8h bis 10 h bei einer Familie bin, dort ewig viel koche und vorkoche, damit sie nicht mehr Nudeln mit Sugo essen muessen, und ich dann nach Hause fahre um Nudeln mit Sugo zu essen. Toll.
Schon ironisch, wie ich 8h bis 10 h bei einer Familie bin, dort ewig viel koche und vorkoche, damit sie nicht mehr Nudeln mit Sugo essen muessen, und ich dann nach Hause fahre um Nudeln mit Sugo zu essen. Toll.
June 26, 2025 at 3:11 PM
(Ich arbeite in der mobile Familienhilfe.)
Schon ironisch, wie ich 8h bis 10 h bei einer Familie bin, dort ewig viel koche und vorkoche, damit sie nicht mehr Nudeln mit Sugo essen muessen, und ich dann nach Hause fahre um Nudeln mit Sugo zu essen. Toll.
Schon ironisch, wie ich 8h bis 10 h bei einer Familie bin, dort ewig viel koche und vorkoche, damit sie nicht mehr Nudeln mit Sugo essen muessen, und ich dann nach Hause fahre um Nudeln mit Sugo zu essen. Toll.
Dieses System hat mich geformt, aber ich schleife zurueck.
June 26, 2025 at 10:19 AM
Dieses System hat mich geformt, aber ich schleife zurueck.
Sich beim gehen selbst die Tuer oeffnen.
June 26, 2025 at 4:43 AM
Sich beim gehen selbst die Tuer oeffnen.
I give so many fucks, I'm literally a prostitute of my own feelings.
June 25, 2025 at 4:29 PM
I give so many fucks, I'm literally a prostitute of my own feelings.
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Sowas wie ein Stickeralbum, aber mit Enttäuschungen.
June 24, 2025 at 6:46 PM
Sowas wie ein Stickeralbum, aber mit Enttäuschungen.
.. born to receive love poems, forced to get a dm.
June 24, 2025 at 8:22 AM
.. born to receive love poems, forced to get a dm.
My body is my political statement.
I don’t get dressed — I resist.
Tattoos don’t decorate me — they declare me.
My piercings aren’t for show — they’re for battle.
My body is my fucking statement AND not your damn business.
I don’t get dressed — I resist.
Tattoos don’t decorate me — they declare me.
My piercings aren’t for show — they’re for battle.
My body is my fucking statement AND not your damn business.
June 23, 2025 at 9:38 AM
My body is my political statement.
I don’t get dressed — I resist.
Tattoos don’t decorate me — they declare me.
My piercings aren’t for show — they’re for battle.
My body is my fucking statement AND not your damn business.
I don’t get dressed — I resist.
Tattoos don’t decorate me — they declare me.
My piercings aren’t for show — they’re for battle.
My body is my fucking statement AND not your damn business.
Rain after the heat.
Nothing lets you breathe more.
Nothing lets you breathe more.
June 23, 2025 at 7:01 AM
Rain after the heat.
Nothing lets you breathe more.
Nothing lets you breathe more.