DAMMA BOOKS - Reading without a seatbelt

There are places on the internet where you'll be greeted with glowing affirmations, showered with lotus blossoms, and wrapped in cotton wool until you forget that life sometimes just sucks. And then there's DAMMA .

There's no wrapping here. Here, there's throwing – with words. Words that don't want to please. Thoughts that don't apologize. For all those who, amidst all the glitter mantras and self-improvement podcasts, just want to breathe . Not deeply, not consciously – but sharply. Because the world hurts. And because you have every damn right not to find it pretty.

DAMMA BOOKS is not a safe space. It's a real space . A place for survivors. For people who at some point stopped waiting for healing and instead started looking.

Texts like razor blades with no right of return

DAMMA 's books aren't literary hot water bottles. They're more like a cold washcloth thrown straight in the face. Or like a sarcastic confessional. Whether it's socially critical essays that aren't afraid to put their finger on the sore spot (and grin while doing so), sarcastic comedies that make you laugh even when you really want to cry, or those quiet thoughts that scratch at your conscience at night like a bad-tempered tomcat - DAMMA delivers. Not to your front door, but directly to your inner life. Here, we don't write for clicks. Not for algorithms. Here, we write for you - if you can stand the fact that the truth isn't nice. And if you've realized at some point that no one can help you if they constantly want to hug you.

Reading for people who are too smart for esotericism and too tired for X

DAMMA 's lyrics aren't for everyone. They're for you , if you know that feeling when all the world's pain is slowly getting boring, but somehow laughing about it still works. You won't find any esoteric magic spells here, no toxic positivity, no 5-steps-to-a-better-you programs. What you get: honesty. Linguistically sharp. Emotionally unsentimental. And so uncomfortable it's almost cozy.

DAMMA isn't for readers. It's for feelers.

If you read to unwind , go somewhere else . If you read to feel yourself, stay here.

Between the pages of DAMMA, you won't find a happy ending. You might not even find an end. But you will find something far more valuable: a beginning . The beginning of unfiltered thoughts. Of rage that isn't ashamed. Of truth that doesn't bow down.

Reading at DAMMA is like a hug – from someone who at the same time tells you to finally listen to yourself.