Friday isn’t freedom — it’s a checkpoint. Not everything deserves to come with you into the weekend. Some versions of you should stay behind. What you carry forward is a choice.

If Friday is your weekly goal, you’re not chasing a life — you’re escaping one. The right work doesn’t need an ending to feel bearable.

Women are taught attention = value. The internet just made that attention cheap. You can feel desired and still be completely unseen. I stopped chasing reactions and started writing for presence. If you’re here, you already broke the pattern

Najväčší posun internetu nebol v tom, že nám dal publikum. Bol v tom, že ho presunul do našej hlavy. Problém nie je v ľuďoch. Problém je v tom, čo systém odmeňuje. Keď sa niečo stane prostredím, prestaneme si všímať, že nás to formuje.

Life is too short to fake an orgasm.

Earth Day. That’s why I chose this. Not to be provocative, but to say something simple — we need to feel closer to the world we live on. Distance made us careless. Connection might change that. We don’t protect what we feel disconnected from. Maybe it starts with remembering we belong to it.

We love each other deeply. That never changed. What changed is that we stopped pretending the rest of the world disappears because of it. We didn’t open anything. We just stopped pretending we don’t notice other people. Honesty doesn’t break a relationship. It removes everything that wasn’t real.

There’s a version of you that never gets published because you force it to make sense too early. Before a thought becomes a sentence it’s something else entirely. That’s the part I’m keeping. You think you need better ideas. You don’t. You need a place where bad ones are allowed first.

This smart dog knows about politics, he literally gives a shit.😆😆

Keď vieš viac jazykov, máš viac možností. Ale aj viac dôvodov povedať to jednoduchšie, než by si vedela. A práve tam sa niečo stráca. Nezabúdame jazyk. Len ho postupne vymieňame za verziu, ktorá funguje. Ale už nie je naša.

What if the love that shaped you the most was never the one you centered? Not because you chose wrong, but because you were taught what to value before you knew what you needed.

Vyzerá to ako pokoj. Ale niekedy je to len ticho, ktoré sme si vytvorili, aby sme nemuseli ísť hlbšie.

I don’t think most people would become themselves again if they had to start from zero. Not because it’s wrong. But because it’s too shaped by what already worked. Too stable. Too finished. Too hard to change without breaking something.

Koľko z tej pozornosti, ktorú dostávaš, je skutočnej? A koľko je len rýchle „videla som ťa“ od niekoho, koho ty nikdy neuvidíš? Nie všetko, čo je viditeľné, má hodnotu. A nie všetko hodnotné potrebuje byť viditeľné. Možno sme si len zvykli na hluk a zabudli, ako vyzerá niečo skutočné.

I’ll have what Hungary’s having.

You were fine when you were readable. You were admired when you were predictable. You became “too much” the moment you stopped being both.

Najskôr zjemníš vetu. potom zjemníš seba. Nikdy to nezačne tebou. začne to vetou, ktorú zjemníš. Vieš presne, čo chceš povedať, a aj tak to povieš jemnejšie. A niekde medzi tým prestaneš byť úplne čitateľná aj sama pre seba.

Everything works. Nothing lands. At some point, scrolling stopped being curiosity and became repetition. I don’t think the internet is saturated. I think it just stopped making us feel anything.

Viem, že ste si všimli, že sem dávam linky z môjho blogu. Veľa z vás kliklo, ale subscribe sa nedokončí vždy — treba ešte potvrdiť mail (často v spame). Ak ste to minuli, skúste to ešte raz. Ja píšem ďalej.

Neviem čo presne ma osvietilo prepojiť môj pôvodný branding Petals s logom Pixelfedu, ale v momente, keď mi to zasvietilo v hlave, už nebolo cesty späť. Stačilo pár úprav, trochu zjednodušiť, doladiť — a zrazu to dávalo zmysel samo od seba.

Started my own blog not long ago and realized it didn’t make sense to stop there. If I care about what I share, I should care about where it lives too. So I moved—my own Pixelfed, on my domain, on my server. Same moments, just somewhere that’s actually mine.

„Ona sobie poradzi” to nie komplement. To sposób, żeby dawać ci mniej i nie czuć się z tym źle. Silne kobiety nie są silne, bo chcą tylko dlatego, że zbyt wiele razy nikt nie przyszedł i w końcu przestajesz czekać nawet wtedy, kiedy ktoś naprawdę mógłby zostać.

Robíme to, lebo sa to robí. Najpresnejší opis Veľkej noci. Tradícia bez pochopenia nie je identita. Je to len zvyk, ktorý prežil svoj význam. Veľká noc na Slovensku je zvláštny hybrid — forma ostala, ale obsah sa postupne vytratil. Otázka je, čo z toho ešte chceme niesť ďalej.

Virality creates spikes. Return creates structure. One looks impressive. The other actually builds something. I’m done optimizing for being seen once. I care about who comes back.

Enjoying the warmer day here where I know it, even if only for a moment. Didn’t have much time, just a short pause between everything else, but it was enough to slow down, breathe, and remind myself that even brief moments like this still count.

Väčšina žien si menštruačnú appku stiahne. Ja som si svoju včera v noci len tak vibe kódila. Po tabletke. Kramila 🩸 kramila.kamilamurko.cc Čiže, ak chcete niečo jednoduché a bez trackingu, uložiť sa dá aj ako appka na plochu, dáta ostávajú len v tom browseri, je tam aj import/export. Nemáte začo.

Let me be honest here. Nothing I publish starts on a platform itself. It starts in Obsidian — raw, unfiltered, often wrong. Then it moves into Outline, where I figure out what I actually meant. Most things don’t survive that. Quick pass through LanguageTool at the end. If it does, it goes out.

Niektoré veci v tebe prežijú len preto, že si ich prestala žiť. A potom príde moment, keď si overíš, či im ešte rozumieš. Nie všetky tradície si zaslúžia pokračovanie. Veľká noc nie je návrat. Je to selekcia toho, čo si ešte necháš — a čo už nie.

Notion is fine. I liked it. I just stopped being comfortable building my mind inside someone else’s system. If you want your own Notion in your own isolated environment → www.getoutline.com I went on-prem. It changes how you think.

I didn’t become harder to understand. I just stopped being easy to read. There’s a difference. One requires attention. The other only requires repetition.

No hablo perfecto, pero ya me suelto. No entiendo todo, pero ya estoy dentro. España tiene algo… no te pide explicar quién eres, solo te deja estar. Y sin darte cuenta, cambias. Y ahora quiero escribir así, sin perfección, pero de verdad.

Keby ste nevedeli čo s načatým večerom tak si dajte polhodinku o nás.

Tak už aj Obsidian si hostujem sama. Prečo mám platiť za niečo čo sa dá pri troche trpezlivosti zbúchať aj svojpomocne? Som šikovná či len kurevsky vytrvalá? 😄

Keď sa obzriem späť, najviac som asi dospela v momentoch, o ktorých som nikomu nepovedala. Tie najväčšie zmeny sa dejú potichu.

Internet nauczył nas mówić o wszystkim, ale nie nauczył nas rozumieć czegokolwiek. Zaczęliśmy reagować szybciej, niż jesteśmy w stanie myśleć, i w pewnym momencie przestaliśmy zauważać, że to nie to samo.

Argument funguje len tam, kde existuje spoločná realita. A my ju pomaly strácame. Najviac ma desí to ticho medzi nami. Ten moment, keď už nemáš čo povedať, pretože ten druhý žije v inom svete. Problém nie je, že ľudia nevedia. Problém je, že sú si istí, že vedia dosť.

Some evenings feel like déjà vu for your soul. Not because you’ve been there, but because you’ve been that version of yourself before. And maybe you still are.

Most people don’t leave because they have nothing to say. They leave because nothing is answering back. That quiet moment where nothing reacts isn’t emptiness, it’s the first time your voice isn’t being shaped by anything outside of you.

If we are serious about protecting young people, we need to approach social media policy with that nuance in mind.

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You don’t realize how much of your voice depends on being seen until nothing comes back. No likes, no reach, no quiet validation—just you and what you made. Owning your own space doesn’t feel like power at first. It feels like silence, and then it starts showing you things you can’t unsee.

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The most exhausting part isn’t your life. It’s constantly wondering if you’re living it at the right time. Women are taught to measure everything against a timeline that never stays still—and then blame themselves for not matching it.

Nebudem už prispievať ani na Medium. Vytvorila som si vlastnú platformu — miesto, kde kontinuita nie je prenajatá. Možno som len decentralizovala svoj život. Najprv online, potom geograficky, napokon mentálne. Niektoré reality sa menia tak rýchlo, že odchod prestáva byť gestom a stáva sa stratégiou.

I once believed that if you speak honestly online, continuity will follow. Then I was deleted. Not loudly. Not with explanation. Just quietly edited out. It taught me something unsettling: presence on platforms is not existence. It is permission — and permission can expire overnight.

I am done letting platforms decide whether I exist. Posts vanish. Profiles disappear. Voices get “reviewed” into silence. So I built my own space. Self-hosted. Imperfect. Real. Not to perform a version of myself — but to document one that cannot be switched off. Welcome to The Kamila Papers.

I used to think presence meant attention. Now I know it feels more like gravity. Soft. Certain. Impossible to ignore.