✿ 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊
@petalsofkamila.bsky.social
Writing to be exact, not visible.
Bare soles, southern light.
Nothing here by accident.
kutt.it/kamila
Bare soles, southern light.
Nothing here by accident.
kutt.it/kamila
Yes, quick note: anything that doesn’t fit into 300 characters here — and doesn’t need to be squeezed into a Bluesky-shaped thought — I’ll quietly post on my Mastodon (mindly.social). Sorry for the non-xmassy detour. Back to your feed now.
✿ 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊 (@[email protected])
This isn’t festive at all, and I know it breaks the unwritten rule that everything in late December should smell like cinnamon and nostalgia. But my brain doesn’t really care about calendars when it g...
mindly.social
December 24, 2025 at 9:40 PM
Yes, quick note: anything that doesn’t fit into 300 characters here — and doesn’t need to be squeezed into a Bluesky-shaped thought — I’ll quietly post on my Mastodon (mindly.social). Sorry for the non-xmassy detour. Back to your feed now.
Holiday tradition: eating like I survived something.
December 24, 2025 at 9:26 PM
Holiday tradition: eating like I survived something.
Instead of blasting the same cheesy Christmas songs on repeat, I chose L’Impératrice — cool, dreamy, pure joy in sound. If you haven’t heard her, you really should 🎶
L'Impératrice - Full Performance (Live on KEXP)
YouTube video by KEXP
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December 24, 2025 at 8:52 AM
Instead of blasting the same cheesy Christmas songs on repeat, I chose L’Impératrice — cool, dreamy, pure joy in sound. If you haven’t heard her, you really should 🎶
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.
Wishing you a gentle Christmas — the kind that lets you breathe.
December 24, 2025 at 8:38 AM
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.
Wishing you a gentle Christmas — the kind that lets you breathe.
This is home to me: Christmas nonsense flickering on the TV, mulled wine warming my cheeks, legs up, mind soft. Slightly tipsy, deeply safe. If the night keeps unfolding like this, I’ll probably wake up naked on the couch — and honestly, that feels exactly right.
✿ 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊 (@[email protected])
This is home. Christmas trash playing softly in the background, legs stretched out, mulled wine warming me just enough to blur the edges of the day. I’m slightly tipsy, deeply comfortable, and if this...
gram.social
December 23, 2025 at 9:28 PM
This is home to me: Christmas nonsense flickering on the TV, mulled wine warming my cheeks, legs up, mind soft. Slightly tipsy, deeply safe. If the night keeps unfolding like this, I’ll probably wake up naked on the couch — and honestly, that feels exactly right.
There’s something quietly erotic about being exact. About knowing what you want, what you won’t pretend to want, and saying it gently.
December 22, 2025 at 5:10 PM
There’s something quietly erotic about being exact. About knowing what you want, what you won’t pretend to want, and saying it gently.
I got deleted, and after the frustration passed, something unexpected happened: relief.
I stopped narrating my life to strangers and started living it quietly, precisely, for people who actually hold me.
I stopped narrating my life to strangers and started living it quietly, precisely, for people who actually hold me.
The Quiet After Meta
Personal Essay
open.substack.com
December 22, 2025 at 10:16 AM
I got deleted, and after the frustration passed, something unexpected happened: relief.
I stopped narrating my life to strangers and started living it quietly, precisely, for people who actually hold me.
I stopped narrating my life to strangers and started living it quietly, precisely, for people who actually hold me.
I still want deeply.
I just don’t bleed toward it anymore.
New piece on desire, stillness, and being met.
I just don’t bleed toward it anymore.
New piece on desire, stillness, and being met.
I don’t chase desire anymore. I let it find me.
Personal Essay
substack.com
December 21, 2025 at 12:58 PM
I still want deeply.
I just don’t bleed toward it anymore.
New piece on desire, stillness, and being met.
I just don’t bleed toward it anymore.
New piece on desire, stillness, and being met.
If interested, more fediverse alternatives:
• Pixelfed → Instagram
• Mastodon, Misskey → Twitter / X
• Friendica → Facebook
• PeerTube → YouTube
• WriteFreely, Plume → Medium
• Lemmy, Kbin → Reddit
• BookWyrm → Goodreads
• Funkwhale → SoundCloud
Many independent servers, one shared social space
• Pixelfed → Instagram
• Mastodon, Misskey → Twitter / X
• Friendica → Facebook
• PeerTube → YouTube
• WriteFreely, Plume → Medium
• Lemmy, Kbin → Reddit
• BookWyrm → Goodreads
• Funkwhale → SoundCloud
Many independent servers, one shared social space
December 20, 2025 at 6:31 PM
If interested, more fediverse alternatives:
• Pixelfed → Instagram
• Mastodon, Misskey → Twitter / X
• Friendica → Facebook
• PeerTube → YouTube
• WriteFreely, Plume → Medium
• Lemmy, Kbin → Reddit
• BookWyrm → Goodreads
• Funkwhale → SoundCloud
Many independent servers, one shared social space
• Pixelfed → Instagram
• Mastodon, Misskey → Twitter / X
• Friendica → Facebook
• PeerTube → YouTube
• WriteFreely, Plume → Medium
• Lemmy, Kbin → Reddit
• BookWyrm → Goodreads
• Funkwhale → SoundCloud
Many independent servers, one shared social space
Instagram kicked me out, so I moved somewhere quieter.
Pixelfed is an alternative: choose any server, but we all connect — that’s the fediverse.
No algorithm cage, just people, images, links that travel freely.
I’m here now.
Pixelfed is an alternative: choose any server, but we all connect — that’s the fediverse.
No algorithm cage, just people, images, links that travel freely.
I’m here now.
✿ 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊 (@[email protected])
Morning light, quiet café, my face unguarded.
Starting again somewhere calmer.
Hola, Pixelfed.
gram.social
December 20, 2025 at 6:23 PM
Instagram kicked me out, so I moved somewhere quieter.
Pixelfed is an alternative: choose any server, but we all connect — that’s the fediverse.
No algorithm cage, just people, images, links that travel freely.
I’m here now.
Pixelfed is an alternative: choose any server, but we all connect — that’s the fediverse.
No algorithm cage, just people, images, links that travel freely.
I’m here now.
Still taken.
Not in a loud, defensive way — but in the quiet, settled way that lives in my chest.
I’m held by her love, and that kind of taken doesn’t expire.
Not in a loud, defensive way — but in the quiet, settled way that lives in my chest.
I’m held by her love, and that kind of taken doesn’t expire.
December 20, 2025 at 1:18 PM
Still taken.
Not in a loud, defensive way — but in the quiet, settled way that lives in my chest.
I’m held by her love, and that kind of taken doesn’t expire.
Not in a loud, defensive way — but in the quiet, settled way that lives in my chest.
I’m held by her love, and that kind of taken doesn’t expire.
Love reorganizes you.
Even when you’re open.
Especially when you’re honest.
I wrote about the future, polyamory, and finding your match.
Even when you’re open.
Especially when you’re honest.
I wrote about the future, polyamory, and finding your match.
A Future Built on Alignment, Not Exclusivity
Personal Essay
substack.com
December 19, 2025 at 4:25 PM
Love reorganizes you.
Even when you’re open.
Especially when you’re honest.
I wrote about the future, polyamory, and finding your match.
Even when you’re open.
Especially when you’re honest.
I wrote about the future, polyamory, and finding your match.
Did I miss something?
I was just quiet long enough to come back more exact.
I was just quiet long enough to come back more exact.
December 19, 2025 at 9:19 AM
Did I miss something?
I was just quiet long enough to come back more exact.
I was just quiet long enough to come back more exact.
I’m 20, messy, alive, and madly in love. I’m building my life on honesty, passion, and the freedom to explore what feels right. My new article is my truth — no apologies, no filters. 💗✨
I’m Done Pretending: This Is Who I Really Am — In Love, Unfiltered, and Free
Personal Essay
open.substack.com
December 3, 2025 at 1:51 PM
I’m 20, messy, alive, and madly in love. I’m building my life on honesty, passion, and the freedom to explore what feels right. My new article is my truth — no apologies, no filters. 💗✨
I sleep in the way that feels most natural. You can do it too: drop the expectations, breathe deeper, and enjoy the softness. We all deserve rest that feels like freedom. And if you’re kind and cute in spirit, there’s always room in our world for another peaceful soul. Join us. Literally or not.
November 30, 2025 at 7:08 PM
I sleep in the way that feels most natural. You can do it too: drop the expectations, breathe deeper, and enjoy the softness. We all deserve rest that feels like freedom. And if you’re kind and cute in spirit, there’s always room in our world for another peaceful soul. Join us. Literally or not.
Travel isn’t about recreating home. It’s about arriving as a guest—curious, humble, open to a world that isn’t yours. The smallest efforts matter: a new word, a new dish, a moment of respect. We bruise places when we demand comfort instead of connection.
The Quiet Bruises of Hospitality
Personal Essay
open.substack.com
November 30, 2025 at 7:37 AM
Travel isn’t about recreating home. It’s about arriving as a guest—curious, humble, open to a world that isn’t yours. The smallest efforts matter: a new word, a new dish, a moment of respect. We bruise places when we demand comfort instead of connection.
If life gives you lemons, okay… but why? Newton gets an apple and discovers gravity; I get a lemon and immediately start looking for alcohol—while a nearby banana reminds me not to make eye contact when I eventually eat it.
November 25, 2025 at 3:09 PM
If life gives you lemons, okay… but why? Newton gets an apple and discovers gravity; I get a lemon and immediately start looking for alcohol—while a nearby banana reminds me not to make eye contact when I eventually eat it.
Jeśli te kilka słów trafi przypadkiem na czyjąś polską tablicę, zostawcie proszę lajka — chcę sprawdzić, czy faktycznie możemy się tu tak pojawiać. Sama nie mam pojęcia, więc jestem bardzo ciekawa, czy to zadziała. Pozdrawiam serdecznie moją ukochaną Polskę!
November 25, 2025 at 9:38 AM
Jeśli te kilka słów trafi przypadkiem na czyjąś polską tablicę, zostawcie proszę lajka — chcę sprawdzić, czy faktycznie możemy się tu tak pojawiać. Sama nie mam pojęcia, więc jestem bardzo ciekawa, czy to zadziała. Pozdrawiam serdecznie moją ukochaną Polskę!
I know I’ve said this, but I’m not stopping my Slovak posts. Most people in my Slovak bubble understand English, so it’s fine. I’d love to reach people abroad too. And I totally forgot about my Polish audience, which is embarrassing since I’m half Polish — I really need to fix that, kurczę.
November 25, 2025 at 9:27 AM
I know I’ve said this, but I’m not stopping my Slovak posts. Most people in my Slovak bubble understand English, so it’s fine. I’d love to reach people abroad too. And I totally forgot about my Polish audience, which is embarrassing since I’m half Polish — I really need to fix that, kurczę.
Sail. Let the wind carry what I no longer need. Let the tide wash off what I’ve outgrown. I’m learning to move with the storm instead of fighting it… and yes, I might’ve slipped out of a few layers — clothes included — but only because the sea asked nicely.
November 25, 2025 at 8:29 AM
Sail. Let the wind carry what I no longer need. Let the tide wash off what I’ve outgrown. I’m learning to move with the storm instead of fighting it… and yes, I might’ve slipped out of a few layers — clothes included — but only because the sea asked nicely.
Hi everyone — I’m rebranding my online presence as ✿ Petals of Kamila to better separate my activity here from my personal life. With ‘Petals’ already recognized through my blog, expanding it across platforms felt natural — so I’m moving forward with it.
November 23, 2025 at 6:40 PM
Hi everyone — I’m rebranding my online presence as ✿ Petals of Kamila to better separate my activity here from my personal life. With ‘Petals’ already recognized through my blog, expanding it across platforms felt natural — so I’m moving forward with it.
Hope my Slovak followers won’t be offended, but I’ll probably start posting in English here too. I haven’t lived in Slovakia for a while, and my bubble may grow to include non-Slovaks. This feels like the logical next step.
November 23, 2025 at 5:04 PM
Hope my Slovak followers won’t be offended, but I’ll probably start posting in English here too. I haven’t lived in Slovakia for a while, and my bubble may grow to include non-Slovaks. This feels like the logical next step.
Zachytila som pár úprimných myšlienok o tom, čo znamená byť viditeľná žena v digitálnom svete. O jemnosti, aj o sile. Budem rada, ak si prečítate.
The Quiet Violence of Being Seen
Personal Essay
substack.com
November 23, 2025 at 1:50 PM
Zachytila som pár úprimných myšlienok o tom, čo znamená byť viditeľná žena v digitálnom svete. O jemnosti, aj o sile. Budem rada, ak si prečítate.
Aj v španielsku majú kriedy
November 13, 2025 at 4:32 PM
Aj v španielsku majú kriedy