I didn’t chase January. It didn’t ask to be used well. It just passed. February arrived the same way. Unannounced. Calm. nonedited.substack.com/p/how-is-it-...

Viete ako by sa volali jednotky ktoré by zapezpečovali "čistotu" slovenska keby sa k moci dostala Republika? ĽAD - Ľudová Amatérska Domoobrana podobnosť s ICE čisto náhodná.

The Baltic taught me steadiness. The Mediterranean taught me ease. Some environments don’t inspire. They regulate. open.substack.com/pub/nonedite...

I brought my old internet habits here. They didn’t belong. This space asked for slowness, not constant presence. open.substack.com/pub/nonedite...

I used to narrate everything. Now I let presence speak. Not everyone deserves the inside of me. open.substack.com/pub/nonedite...

Mám dvadsať. A už nechcem predstierať, že popieranie reality je len iný názor. Nie je. Je to útek.

I refused to harden. Not because it was easy. Because it was necessary. Winning is loud. Endurance is quiet. I chose the quiet. open.substack.com/pub/nonedite...

I picked up 'Spread Me' without really knowing what kind of story it wanted to be. I expected something clever and distant, but it turned out quiet, intimate, and unsettling in a way that crept into my body. It stayed with me longer than I expected. ramblingreaders.org/user/kamila/...

I ordered this cute little e-ink device 🖤 I know it’ll have some cons, but the form factor + MagSafe phone attachment already won me over. Let’s see when it actually arrives from China — but I’m genuinely looking forward to it. lifehacker.com/tech/xteink-...

My body stopped bracing before I noticed it. Living in Spain changed my nervous system. open.substack.com/pub/nonedite...

I stopped asking what would work and started asking what would cost me.

Niektoré krajiny majú problém s infláciou. My máme problém s tým, že niekto nakupuje, alebo žije inak. Svet ide ďalej. My sa ešte hádame, kto má právo si vybrať. Nie je to generačný konflikt. Je to strach zo slobody, ktorá nevyzerá povedome.

Sometimes I write with words. Sometimes I write with my body, folded into light, saying nothing and everything at once. This one is about what I only believe when I’m naked and alone. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...

Art is resistance. Keep making it! ✨

Niektoré jazyky sa nedajú používať na pol plynu. V angličtine sa mi dýchalo ľahšie. Po slovensky to bolí viac.

I confused depth with importance. Letting go of that didn’t make my life smaller. It made it livable. open.substack.com/pub/nonedite...

I stopped writing to be desired. Everything shifted after that. open.substack.com/pub/nonedite...

Silence doesn’t always come with instructions. I’m still here, still writing, still choosing honesty without spectacle. About voice, restraint, and what remains when things go quiet. open.substack.com/pub/nonedite...

aj vám príde to nové logo stvr ako zlý vtip?

I’ve learned how to live with not knowing why I’m unwanted somewhere. I’ll tread more carefully this time. I can afford to hold some parts back. I have room to be more me elsewhere. I just want to remain. That place still matters to me and I choose to stay. Again. open.substack.com/pub/nonedite...

And yes, I’ll keep rebuilding my presence there until deletion gives up. That’s the plan.

I think things through. I don’t clean them up. I’m back. open.substack.com/pub/nonedite...

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 blog is where my words don’t expire. I wrote about why I still keep one.

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.

Tak toto je top! 🤣

Ja som si myslela, že moji chlapi si kúpili 3D tlačiareň na dôležitejšie veci, ako na žetóny do vozíkov 🤭

I didn’t become confident. I just stopped translating myself for people committed to misunderstanding me.

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...

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.

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...

Apparently my favorite browser comes with a WordPress blog now. I published a first post. Nothing dramatic. kamilamurko.vivaldi.net/2026/01/15/t...

Forget the dementia. Forget the bruised hands. THE MAN IS CLINICALLY INSANE!!!!

I didn’t make mistakes. I made timing errors. There’s a difference, and it matters. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...

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.

Jéj, ja by som bola celkom rozkošný perníček 😄

Trumpovi asi nikdy nedôjde že je mešuge, že? 😅

Crossed out. MAGA.

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/...

Not everything that moves is unstable. Some things are just still alive. blog.anartist.org/petalsofkami...

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.

I used to think silence meant disappearing. 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...

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...

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.