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kamilamurko.bsky.social
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@kamilamurko.bsky.social
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I write to stay whole. The body sets the rhythm. Love listens. Language follows.
kutt.it/kamila
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kamilamurko.bsky.social
And yes, I’ll keep rebuilding my presence there until deletion gives up.
That’s the plan.
January 22, 2026 at 8:11 PM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
I think things through.
I don’t clean them up.
I’m back.
open.substack.com/pub/nonedite...
**Alt text:** Close-up of cracked, dry ground with irregular fissures spreading across a muted brown surface, textured and worn, suggesting drought, pressure, and endurance.
January 22, 2026 at 8:06 PM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
I don’t want to be respected. I want to be understood. I wrote something feral about choosing truth over approval, closeness over polish, and why I’d rather lose people than lose myself. This one is raw, intimate, and not trying to behave.
blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
A person standing in a steamy bathroom, wrapped in a white towel, taking a mirror selfie with a smartphone. Their hair is wet and loose, skin softly lit by warm light, with condensation and tiled walls in the background. One hand holds the phone while the other rests lightly against their chest, creating an intimate, quiet, just-out-of-the-shower moment.
January 22, 2026 at 10:19 AM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
A blog is where my words don’t expire.
I wrote about why I still keep one.
Why Personal Blogs Still Matter
After platform suspensions and fading hype, I return to blogging as a slower, more honest way to publish and exist online.
kamilamurko.vivaldi.net
January 22, 2026 at 9:06 AM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
Ja neviem, asi som ešte detsky naivná, keď si myslím že keď sa rozpíšem v sto riadkoch a niekto ma poťapká po pleci tak to má väčšiu váhu ako keď tuto niečo zapotím duchaplné v tristo znakoch. Hej, zase som trochu demotivovaná a sklamaná. Ale tak učím sa, aj na svojich chybách. Opakovaných.
January 21, 2026 at 7:39 PM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
Visibility is not intimacy.
I write online, but I don’t live there.
This is about choosing what stays private, what gets shared, and why silence is sometimes the most honest boundary.
open.substack.com/pub/kamilaun...
A close, quiet photograph of a person’s bare shoulder and upper back in soft natural window light, with sheer curtains blurred in the background. The face is out of frame, and the scene feels calm, private, and unposed.
January 21, 2026 at 10:10 AM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
Tak toto je top! 🤣
January 20, 2026 at 7:51 PM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
I don’t believe in becoming “better” by becoming less.
This is about refusing repair, choosing wholeness, and letting every version of myself stay.
open.substack.com/pub/kamilaun...
A close-up portrait of a woman with light skin and soft freckles, long light-brown hair framing her face. She looks directly at the camera with calm green eyes and a subtle, relaxed smile. Warm natural light highlights her skin and gentle expression, creating an intimate, quiet mood.
January 20, 2026 at 7:38 PM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
Sorry, I forgot to include a link, so once again:

“I’m just curious” is rarely harmless. It’s often the sentence we use when something inside us has already shifted — when desire isn’t ready to speak yet, but refuses to stay quiet. This essay is about that moment. substack.com/home/post/p-...
A person seen from behind, shoulders and upper back visible, with long dark-blonde hair falling naturally down their back. Soft, muted light grazes the skin, creating a quiet, still moment with no face visible and no clear action taking place.
January 19, 2026 at 6:30 PM
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When desire has nowhere to go, it turns heavy. When I write, it softens.
This isn’t about productivity or art. It’s about staying alive inside my own skin.
open.substack.com/pub/kamilaun...
**Alt-text:** A woman sits barefoot on a tiled floor by an open window at golden hour, knees drawn softly toward her chest. She wears a loose white shirt slipping off one shoulder, sunlight warming her skin and hair. A small notebook lies open near her hand, a phone beside it. Outside, blurred buildings glow in the distance, while sheer curtains frame the quiet, intimate moment of reflection and stillness.
January 19, 2026 at 11:23 AM
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This isn’t about sex.
It’s about what happens when a woman refuses to belong—to a man, a narrative, or her own guilt.
open.substack.com/pub/kamilaun...
A woman sits on a wooden floor in warm natural light, wearing a loose white button-down shirt that falls softly around her body. Sunlight filters through a window, casting gentle geometric shadows across her skin and the wall behind her. Her posture is relaxed, one leg folded beneath her, her expression calm and quietly content, as if resting in a private moment of ease rather than posing. The scene feels intimate, unguarded, and serene.
January 18, 2026 at 10:09 PM
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marcellan.bsky.social
Ja som si myslela, že moji chlapi si kúpili 3D tlačiareň na dôležitejšie veci, ako na žetóny do vozíkov 🤭
January 18, 2026 at 11:07 AM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
I didn’t become confident.
I just stopped translating myself for people committed to misunderstanding me.
January 18, 2026 at 9:03 AM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
Some things don’t fade.
They just wait until you stop trying to erase them.
open.substack.com/pub/kamilaun...
A softly lit bedroom at night. A woman sits quietly on an unmade bed, wrapped loosely in a white sheet that slips from her shoulders. Warm lamp light and dim window glow soften the room. She looks toward the camera with a calm, inward expression, the moment feeling intimate, still, and unperformed—like a pause after something has already been felt.
January 18, 2026 at 7:35 AM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
I learned desire before I learned guilt.
Before rules. Before permission.

This isn’t about being reckless.
It’s about trusting the quiet intelligence of the body when morality gets loud.
blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
A backlit human silhouette, head bowed forward, hair falling softly over the shoulder. The body is partially visible in shadow, defined by a warm rim of light along the back and arm. No facial features are visible. The scene feels quiet, intimate, and contemplative, focused on presence rather than identity, with darkness surrounding the figure and light tracing only the outline of the body.
January 17, 2026 at 10:21 PM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
Before I knew who I was, I knew how to listen.
Languages came first. Borders later.
I wrote about that.

It’s not about geography.
It’s about what grows in you when nothing is fixed yet.
A Childhood at the Seam
A long-form reflection on a childhood shaped by borders you could cross on foot, and how language and proximity formed my way of seeing the world.
kamilamurko.vivaldi.net
January 17, 2026 at 7:12 AM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
Openness without availability is not cruelty.
It’s clarity.
This is not about saying no.
It’s about choosing when my yes actually means something.
blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
A dimly lit room with a woman seated on a bed, photographed from behind. Her long blonde hair falls down her bare back, softly illuminated by low, warm light. The scene feels intimate and private, with shadows obscuring details and no facial features visible. The mood is calm, solitary, and contemplative rather than performative
January 16, 2026 at 10:32 PM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
I’m less interested in being visible lately. More interested in being felt. I wrote about intimacy, optimization, and slowness.
open.substack.com/pub/kamilaun...
A woman stands in profile near a window, softly lit by natural daylight. She wears a loose, light-colored blouse and looks outward with a calm, reflective expression. The scene feels quiet and intimate, with muted tones and a sense of stillness and inward focus.
January 16, 2026 at 11:13 AM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
I don’t argue about my life anymore.
Some truths don’t need defending.
open.substack.com/pub/kamilaun...
**Alt-text:** A woman with long blonde hair walks through a quiet urban street in Málaga in winter. She is shown from the side in a half-body close-up, wearing a light brown coat. The street is narrow and residential, with muted colors and soft daylight, creating a calm, reflective atmosphere.
January 16, 2026 at 7:30 AM
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January 15, 2026 at 10:07 PM
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Apparently my favorite browser comes with a WordPress blog now. I published a first post. Nothing dramatic. kamilamurko.vivaldi.net/2026/01/15/t...
January 15, 2026 at 8:03 PM
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Forget the dementia.
Forget the bruised hands.
THE MAN IS CLINICALLY INSANE!!!!
January 15, 2026 at 3:00 AM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
I stopped saving messages, screenshots, proof.
Not out of loss — but trust.
Some moments only make sense while they’re passing through you.
Forgetting isn’t betrayal. Sometimes it’s respect.
open.substack.com/pub/kamilaun...
A woman lying on her stomach on a bed with white sheets, softly lit by warm daylight from a window behind her, resting her head on one hand while looking at an open laptop, relaxed and contemplative, with bare shoulders and a calm, intimate atmosphere.
January 15, 2026 at 8:27 AM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
I didn’t make mistakes.
I made timing errors.
There’s a difference, and it matters. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
Soft, warm-lit portrait of a woman sitting on a bed in a quiet room, wrapped in a sheer white robe. Morning or late-afternoon sunlight streams through a nearby window, creating gentle rays and a hazy glow around her. The bedding behind her is rumpled and pale, adding to the intimate, private atmosphere. Her expression is calm and introspective, gaze slightly unfocused, as if caught in a moment of inward thought rather than posing for the camera. The scene feels intimate, quiet, and protective rather than performative.
January 14, 2026 at 8:31 PM
kamilamurko.bsky.social
Páči sa mi, ako u nás zľudovel eponym ‚z wishu‘. Už to neznamená konkrétnu stránku, ktorá to má už za sebou, ale čokoľvek, čo je lacná náhrada, radoby kópia. Nie z Miletičky, nie z AliExpressu, nie z Temu. Proste… z wishu. A hej, pripomenula mi to tá naftovo-ražná kandidatúra.
January 14, 2026 at 10:26 AM