Salisa lohavittayavikant

I know you own that rabbit hotel in Khon Kaen. The one with European aesthetics…

— Salisa to Anton, September 23rd, 2025

You know if you could have just been honest with your intentions and conveying them clearly to me early on then a whole lot could have been avoided. This year and even five years ago. Total and brutal honesty. With me and with yourself. Even at the risk of being weak and hurt and vulnerable. You are an architect of your own madness really. Spinning endless webs in which a lot of people are needlessly caught up and sacrificed simply because you can’t seem to face your own feelings and vulnerabilities. I know you have your own reasons and justifications as to why you’re not allowed to do certain things or say certain things to me. That there are strict parameters within which you’re allowed to operate. But deep down you must know that it’s all a lie. You can’t betray your own feelings without betraying a sense of who you are.

— Salisa to Anton, August 8th, 2025

You know if I were to end up killing myself because of those lives prematurely taken, the men would never let us live it down for another century. Female tragedy my ass. I’m not losing my life over a bunch of male psychopaths. I could be a psychopath because I don’t act ladylike (narcissism high, psychopathy and machiavellianism low) but the men get to act this way without anyone raising an eyebrow? Well, fuck them and their double standard.

— Salisa, Journal: August 20th, 2025

You call my guilt and remorse “low truth preference”? Why should I be self-flagellating? No man involved in all this seems to be.

— Salisa to Anton, September 18th, 2025

Cupsize 34B

— Salisa to Anton, August 26th, 2025