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✿ 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.
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A young woman stands indoors in soft, muted light, wearing a simple sleeveless top. She touches her lips thoughtfully with one hand, her gaze turned slightly away from the camera. The atmosphere is quiet and introspective, with gentle shadows and a sense of contained alertness rather than posed emotion.
January 13, 2026 at 12:20 PM
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Writing isn’t a cure.
It’s a witness.
Sometimes that’s enough.
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A person sits on the edge of a bed in a softly lit room, writing in a notebook. Sheer curtains filter cool daylight from a window behind her, casting gentle shadows. The figure is barefoot, wearing a loose off-shoulder top, head slightly bowed in concentration. The atmosphere feels quiet, intimate, and reflective, with minimal surroundings and muted colors.
January 12, 2026 at 6:27 PM
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What I share is intentional. What I keep is sacred.
January 11, 2026 at 10:33 PM
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I wanted a life that didn’t immediately require my hands.
What I learned instead was how to trust them.
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Alt-text: *A woman sits indoors in soft, directional light, her body turned slightly toward the camera. She is seated near a rough wooden table, one hand lifted to her hair, the other resting out of frame. Her expression is calm and direct, neither smiling nor distant. She wears a light, loose blouse that catches the warm shadows. The setting feels quiet and grounded, with natural textures and a sense of stillness, as if captured in a pause rather than a pose.*
January 11, 2026 at 6:50 PM
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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/...
*Alt-text:* A close, intimate photo of a blue hardback copy of *Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead* by Olga Tokarczuk resting on soft beige fabric. My hand holds the book gently at the corner, fingers relaxed, nails natural. The cover’s vertical stripes and muted pink accents stand out against the warm, quiet background, giving the scene a calm, private, just-finished-reading feeling.
January 11, 2026 at 3:14 PM
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Not everything that moves is unstable.
Some things are just still alive. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
Overhead view of a woman lying on white bedding, wrapped in a towel that covers her chest and torso. Her bare shoulders and collarbones are visible. Early morning sunlight passes through window blinds, casting vertical shadow lines across her face, neck, and body, resembling soft bars. Her hair is spread above her head, arms bent with hands resting near her hair. She gazes upward with a calm, introspective expression. The scene feels quiet, intimate, and contemplative, with warm natural light and gentle shadow play.
January 11, 2026 at 11:22 AM
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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.
Two women with eyes closed, foreheads nearly touching in an intimate moment. Soft natural lighting creates a tender, unguarded atmosphere. The image conveys quiet intimacy and trust between partners.
January 11, 2026 at 5:58 AM
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I used to think silence meant disappearing.
Now it feels like a soft boundary I finally trust. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
A person sits barefoot on a wooden floor near an open window at sunset. They wear a loose, semi-sheer white shirt that falls over their thighs. One leg is folded inward while the other extends to the side, creating a relaxed, grounded posture. Their head tilts back slightly, eyes closed, as warm golden light fills the room. Sheer curtains frame the window, and distant buildings are visible outside, softened by dusk. The atmosphere feels quiet, intimate, and unposed.
January 10, 2026 at 8:24 PM
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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...
A woman sits on the floor by a window in warm evening light, knees drawn close, bare legs folded beneath an oversized white shirt slipping off one shoulder. Her long hair falls down her back as she gazes upward, thoughtful and still. Open notebooks lie on the wooden floor beside her, suggesting quiet reflection rather than performance.
January 9, 2026 at 9:35 PM
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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.
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January 9, 2026 at 5:39 PM
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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...
A person seen from behind standing in the middle of a city street at night, arms raised, showing both middle fingers toward the glowing blur of traffic lights and neon signs. Long hair falls down their back, a dark jacket catching the streetlight — a quiet, defiant “fuck you” to the city and whatever rules it represents.
January 8, 2026 at 12:44 PM
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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
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Not chasing didn’t make me passive.
It made me selective. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...
A person lies curled on their side on a light wooden floor, wearing a loose white sleeveless top. Bare legs and bare feet are visible, relaxed and natural. One arm is bent with the hand near the face, the other resting on the floor. Soft daylight enters the room, creating gentle shadows and a calm, intimate atmosphere. The pose feels quiet, unguarded, and at rest rather than posed.
January 7, 2026 at 11:04 AM
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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...
A person seen from behind, sitting on a bed with white sheets. Their bare back is exposed, spine and shoulder blades softly visible in natural, muted light. The posture is relaxed but inward, with one arm bent and the body slightly turned away. The room feels quiet, private, and unstyled, emphasizing vulnerability and stillness rather than pose or performance.
January 6, 2026 at 11:27 PM
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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.
A person sits on the floor by a window in soft natural light, knees drawn up, wearing a loose robe. They look thoughtfully out the window, with gentle shadows and a calm, introspective mood in a minimalist indoor setting. A person sits indoors beside a window in soft, natural light, resting one hand against their forehead. They wear a loose robe that falls open at the chest, and their posture and expression suggest fatigue or contemplation. The scene has a quiet, intimate mood with muted colors and gentle shadows. A person sits indoors near a window, turned slightly sideways with one leg extended. Soft daylight illuminates their face as they look back toward the camera with a calm, reflective expression. They wear a light, patterned garment, and the shallow depth of field and gentle shadows create an intimate, quiet atmosphere focused on mood rather than action.
January 6, 2026 at 10:16 PM
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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.
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Softly lit back view of a woman with long hair falling over bare shoulders, standing near a window. Warm natural light touches her hair and skin while her face remains unseen, creating a quiet, intimate, and contemplative atmosphere.
January 6, 2026 at 10:41 AM
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January 5, 2026 at 12:46 AM
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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.

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January 4, 2026 at 9:32 PM
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A little tipsy becomes charming when paired with good manners, self-awareness, and the grace to carry oneself well.
January 3, 2026 at 7:55 PM
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Good evening.
January 2, 2026 at 8:14 PM
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Good morning from 🇲🇦 Morocco
January 2, 2026 at 7:22 AM
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January 1, 2026 at 9:08 AM
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Back in Spain.
Quiet light, warm air, bare skin again. I return changed, loved, intact. Not a pose — just a soft coming home.
December 30, 2025 at 8:14 AM
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Half an hour from her now. The Second Day of Christmas still lingering, winter pressed against the windows. I’m heading straight into steaming mulled wine, bare skin, familiar warmth — and later, tangled together, booking ourselves new January escapes. Love makes distance shrink.
December 26, 2025 at 3:45 PM
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Thank you to everyone who followed, read, replied, or quietly stayed. You made this year softer, shared, human.
Wishing you a gentle Christmas — the kind that lets you breathe.
December 24, 2025 at 8:38 AM