✿ 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊, 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥. 🖋︎
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I write to stay whole. The body sets the rhythm. Love listens. Language follows.
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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...
Reposted by ✿ 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊, 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥. 🖋︎
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...
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...
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...
Ale hej — Stále som na Substack nasratá. Nie preto, že ma zrušili. Ale preto, že sa ani nepokúsili hovoriť. Ticho ako systémové riešenie. Moderácia neexistuje. O všetkom nekompromisne rozhoduje nejaký Alastair. Tichá stopka pre niekoho, kto sa neukryl za anonymitu alebo generické konto. Škoda. Ich.
January 8, 2026 at 10:36 AM
Ale hej — Stále som na Substack nasratá. Nie preto, že ma zrušili. Ale preto, že sa ani nepokúsili hovoriť. Ticho ako systémové riešenie. Moderácia neexistuje. O všetkom nekompromisne rozhoduje nejaký Alastair. Tichá stopka pre niekoho, kto sa neukryl za anonymitu alebo generické konto. Škoda. Ich.
Travel changes how I inhabit myself. Some places let me arrive softly — slower, warmer, less guarded. I don’t travel to be seen. I travel to remember how little I need between my body and the world.
January 7, 2026 at 7:13 PM
Travel changes how I inhabit myself. Some places let me arrive softly — slower, warmer, less guarded. I don’t travel to be seen. I travel to remember how little I need between my body and the world.
Not chasing didn’t make me passive.
It made me selective. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
It made me selective. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
January 7, 2026 at 11:04 AM
Not chasing didn’t make me passive.
It made me selective. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
It made me selective. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
I’m done mistaking restraint for maturity. I don’t owe clarity, likability, or improvement arcs. I owe myself honesty — even when it comes out sharp. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
January 6, 2026 at 11:27 PM
I’m done mistaking restraint for maturity. I don’t owe clarity, likability, or improvement arcs. I owe myself honesty — even when it comes out sharp. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
I hesitated for a long time about posting something like this. I’ve been inspired by many girls who love photographing girls, so I thought—why not? I love doing it too. Quietly. Still, I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate. What do you think? Maybe I should share more of what I see, not just myself.
January 6, 2026 at 10:16 PM
I hesitated for a long time about posting something like this. I’ve been inspired by many girls who love photographing girls, so I thought—why not? I love doing it too. Quietly. Still, I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate. What do you think? Maybe I should share more of what I see, not just myself.
Harira surprised me in the best way.
Deep, honest, grounding — the kind of soup that doesn’t try to impress, it just takes care of you. It felt like something a grandmother would make anywhere in Europe, just with different spices and a different sky outside.
Deep, honest, grounding — the kind of soup that doesn’t try to impress, it just takes care of you. It felt like something a grandmother would make anywhere in Europe, just with different spices and a different sky outside.
✿ 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊 (@kamila@gram.social)
I fell in love with harira quietly.
Not the loud, tourist kind of love — the familiar one.
The first spoon reminded me of soups we know from Central and Eastern Europe — thick, slow-cooked, tomato-le...
gram.social
January 6, 2026 at 3:09 PM
Harira surprised me in the best way.
Deep, honest, grounding — the kind of soup that doesn’t try to impress, it just takes care of you. It felt like something a grandmother would make anywhere in Europe, just with different spices and a different sky outside.
Deep, honest, grounding — the kind of soup that doesn’t try to impress, it just takes care of you. It felt like something a grandmother would make anywhere in Europe, just with different spices and a different sky outside.
Still in Morocco, nothing asking to be louder than it is.
A small note, for those who left Insta recently like I did, but still miss sharing images without the noise, try Pixelfed. Quieter, slower, less performative. I chose gram.social instance and it already feels more like a room than a stage.
A small note, for those who left Insta recently like I did, but still miss sharing images without the noise, try Pixelfed. Quieter, slower, less performative. I chose gram.social instance and it already feels more like a room than a stage.
✿ 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊 (@kamila@gram.social)
Still in Morocco.
Noon light pooling softly around us.
The day wide open, unhurried — and we’re exactly where we need to be.
gram.social
January 6, 2026 at 11:09 AM
Still in Morocco, nothing asking to be louder than it is.
A small note, for those who left Insta recently like I did, but still miss sharing images without the noise, try Pixelfed. Quieter, slower, less performative. I chose gram.social instance and it already feels more like a room than a stage.
A small note, for those who left Insta recently like I did, but still miss sharing images without the noise, try Pixelfed. Quieter, slower, less performative. I chose gram.social instance and it already feels more like a room than a stage.
Not every room needs a microphone. Some are built for breath, trust, and a few chairs pulled close together. A new piece about writing, queerness, and choosing intimacy over reach.
blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
January 6, 2026 at 10:41 AM
Not every room needs a microphone. Some are built for breath, trust, and a few chairs pulled close together. A new piece about writing, queerness, and choosing intimacy over reach.
blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
I pushed the limits. I crossed some lines. And I learned what happens when platforms don’t know what to do with nuance.
This is my first post in a place where I can write freely — no recycling, no performing, no shrinking. Just honesty, from scratch.
blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
This is my first post in a place where I can write freely — no recycling, no performing, no shrinking. Just honesty, from scratch.
blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
January 4, 2026 at 9:32 PM
I pushed the limits. I crossed some lines. And I learned what happens when platforms don’t know what to do with nuance.
This is my first post in a place where I can write freely — no recycling, no performing, no shrinking. Just honesty, from scratch.
blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
This is my first post in a place where I can write freely — no recycling, no performing, no shrinking. Just honesty, from scratch.
blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
Reposted by ✿ 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊, 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥. 🖋︎
One Battle After Another became just the fourth film to win the National Society of Film Critics, LAFCA, NYFCC, and NBR honors for Best Picture. Only one of the three took Best Picture so far...
'One Battle After Another' Wins Best Film From National Society of Film Critics
Paul Thomas Anderson's One Battle After Another won four awards from the National Society of Film Critics including Best Picture
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January 4, 2026 at 1:08 AM
One Battle After Another became just the fourth film to win the National Society of Film Critics, LAFCA, NYFCC, and NBR honors for Best Picture. Only one of the three took Best Picture so far...
Pol roka tvoríš, buduješ publikum, veríš platforme.
Jeden klik, žiadne vysvetlenie, dovidenia.
Transparentnosť level: trust me bro.
Platformy milujú „raw autenticitu“.
Kým je raw len estetika a nie obsah.
Najhoršie na cenzúre nie je zákaz.
Ale ticho.
Asi tak, Substack.
telegra.ph/Substack-tak...
Jeden klik, žiadne vysvetlenie, dovidenia.
Transparentnosť level: trust me bro.
Platformy milujú „raw autenticitu“.
Kým je raw len estetika a nie obsah.
Najhoršie na cenzúre nie je zákaz.
Ale ticho.
Asi tak, Substack.
telegra.ph/Substack-tak...
January 4, 2026 at 1:14 PM
Pol roka tvoríš, buduješ publikum, veríš platforme.
Jeden klik, žiadne vysvetlenie, dovidenia.
Transparentnosť level: trust me bro.
Platformy milujú „raw autenticitu“.
Kým je raw len estetika a nie obsah.
Najhoršie na cenzúre nie je zákaz.
Ale ticho.
Asi tak, Substack.
telegra.ph/Substack-tak...
Jeden klik, žiadne vysvetlenie, dovidenia.
Transparentnosť level: trust me bro.
Platformy milujú „raw autenticitu“.
Kým je raw len estetika a nie obsah.
Najhoršie na cenzúre nie je zákaz.
Ale ticho.
Asi tak, Substack.
telegra.ph/Substack-tak...