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I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

I have not tolerated one ounce of disrespect since I’ve been back.

No longer holding space for people’s baggage at the expense of my own well-being. A people pleaser no more!

Special thanks to Hameem (💔), Lucky, Kelvin 1 and 2, The Jumpman, Ali, Mr. Seif, Selemen the present Virgo, Paul, Masoud, Maurice the slug, the boys from Electronique, Angela, the border patrol officer in São Paulo, Surprise, the potholes from Dunga to Kinyasini and, of course, Jamil.

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I would make it past 12. But here I am— 30!
And I have cultivated a life that 12 year old me could only dream of.

When I moved out on my own, I made myself a promise: I would pry myself from the suffocating grip of the patriarchy. I would learn how to listen inward.

I poured my energy into education, financial autonomy, traveling the world, and nourishing relationships with the women around me (and Jimmers, of course 💗).

I put myself through 6 years of school. No loans. No debt. I am the first —and only— person in my family to graduate university.

When my dad passed at 23, I refused to allow ptsd to be the most clamant wound in my head. I started taking my health, healing, and dreams seriously— severing attachments to numbing vices and convenient distractions. I stepped away from the hospitality industry and threw myself into learning everything I could about film. I’m still learning. I think he’d be proud of the way I never give up on myself.

And it’s only the prologue doll! Stronger. Clearer. More steadfast in the kind of world I want to fight for — one where Indigenous peoples have their land returned and their sovereignty respected. One where Iran, Palestine, the Congo, Sudan, and Yemen are free. Where trans people have full autonomy over their healthcare and safety. Where the Tr*mp administration is nothing but a horrific memory. I close my eyes and see how sweet it could be.

To to another decade of keeping promises!
To confidence that is intrinsic.
To gratitude that is grounded.
To quiet, unshakable certainty :)

my husband and I would not like to buy you a drink

my husband and I would not like to buy you a drink

my husband and I would not like to buy you a drink

my husband and I would not like to buy you a drink

my husband and I would not like to buy you a drink

my husband and I would not like to buy you a drink

my husband and I would not like to buy you a drink

end of an era

end of an era

end of an era

end of an era

end of an era

end of an era

end of an era

end of an era

end of an era

end of an era

end of an era

thoughts from the other night

Piece of Mind - @adam.klobi ft. @renforshort

shoutout angel @serenjacob for all your help 💗

Director: Andreja Klobucar @andreyaklobucar
Producer: Hameem Khan @hameeeeeem
Pro Co: @pupil
Cinematographer: Dragan Andic @the.97
Editers: Andreja Klobucar, Dragan Andic, Dimitri Andic
Colouring: Dragan Andic
Sound Design: Dimitri Andic
AC: Cale Faraon
Gaffer: Nick Rojas
Production Designer: 🪲
Costumer Designer: Rachelle Dean
Costume Assist: Anna Fam
HMU: Lacey Dayes
PA: Seren Jacob @serenjacob
PA: Aidan Grossman @ratedcommunity
BTS and Camcorder Footage: 🪲
Title Design: Alexander La

Piece of Mind - @adam.klobi ft. @renforshort

shoutout angel @serenjacob for all your help 💗

Director: Andreja Klobucar @andreyaklobucar
Producer: Hameem Khan @hameeeeeem
Pro Co: @pupil
Cinematographer: Dragan Andic @the.97
Editers: Andreja Klobucar, Dragan Andic, Dimitri Andic
Colouring: Dragan Andic
Sound Design: Dimitri Andic
AC: Cale Faraon
Gaffer: Nick Rojas
Production Designer: 🪲
Costumer Designer: Rachelle Dean
Costume Assist: Anna Fam
HMU: Lacey Dayes
PA: Seren Jacob @serenjacob
PA: Aidan Grossman @ratedcommunity
BTS and Camcorder Footage: 🪲
Title Design: Alexander La

Piece of Mind - @adam.klobi ft. @renforshort

shoutout angel @serenjacob for all your help 💗

Director: Andreja Klobucar @andreyaklobucar
Producer: Hameem Khan @hameeeeeem
Pro Co: @pupil
Cinematographer: Dragan Andic @the.97
Editers: Andreja Klobucar, Dragan Andic, Dimitri Andic
Colouring: Dragan Andic
Sound Design: Dimitri Andic
AC: Cale Faraon
Gaffer: Nick Rojas
Production Designer: 🪲
Costumer Designer: Rachelle Dean
Costume Assist: Anna Fam
HMU: Lacey Dayes
PA: Seren Jacob @serenjacob
PA: Aidan Grossman @ratedcommunity
BTS and Camcorder Footage: 🪲
Title Design: Alexander La

Piece of Mind - @adam.klobi ft. @renforshort

shoutout angel @serenjacob for all your help 💗

Director: Andreja Klobucar @andreyaklobucar
Producer: Hameem Khan @hameeeeeem
Pro Co: @pupil
Cinematographer: Dragan Andic @the.97
Editers: Andreja Klobucar, Dragan Andic, Dimitri Andic
Colouring: Dragan Andic
Sound Design: Dimitri Andic
AC: Cale Faraon
Gaffer: Nick Rojas
Production Designer: 🪲
Costumer Designer: Rachelle Dean
Costume Assist: Anna Fam
HMU: Lacey Dayes
PA: Seren Jacob @serenjacob
PA: Aidan Grossman @ratedcommunity
BTS and Camcorder Footage: 🪲
Title Design: Alexander La

Piece of Mind - @adam.klobi ft. @renforshort

shoutout angel @serenjacob for all your help 💗

Director: Andreja Klobucar @andreyaklobucar
Producer: Hameem Khan @hameeeeeem
Pro Co: @pupil
Cinematographer: Dragan Andic @the.97
Editers: Andreja Klobucar, Dragan Andic, Dimitri Andic
Colouring: Dragan Andic
Sound Design: Dimitri Andic
AC: Cale Faraon
Gaffer: Nick Rojas
Production Designer: 🪲
Costumer Designer: Rachelle Dean
Costume Assist: Anna Fam
HMU: Lacey Dayes
PA: Seren Jacob @serenjacob
PA: Aidan Grossman @ratedcommunity
BTS and Camcorder Footage: 🪲
Title Design: Alexander La

Piece of Mind - @adam.klobi ft. @renforshort

shoutout angel @serenjacob for all your help 💗

Director: Andreja Klobucar @andreyaklobucar
Producer: Hameem Khan @hameeeeeem
Pro Co: @pupil
Cinematographer: Dragan Andic @the.97
Editers: Andreja Klobucar, Dragan Andic, Dimitri Andic
Colouring: Dragan Andic
Sound Design: Dimitri Andic
AC: Cale Faraon
Gaffer: Nick Rojas
Production Designer: 🪲
Costumer Designer: Rachelle Dean
Costume Assist: Anna Fam
HMU: Lacey Dayes
PA: Seren Jacob @serenjacob
PA: Aidan Grossman @ratedcommunity
BTS and Camcorder Footage: 🪲
Title Design: Alexander La

Piece of Mind - @adam.klobi ft. @renforshort

shoutout angel @serenjacob for all your help 💗

Director: Andreja Klobucar @andreyaklobucar
Producer: Hameem Khan @hameeeeeem
Pro Co: @pupil
Cinematographer: Dragan Andic @the.97
Editers: Andreja Klobucar, Dragan Andic, Dimitri Andic
Colouring: Dragan Andic
Sound Design: Dimitri Andic
AC: Cale Faraon
Gaffer: Nick Rojas
Production Designer: 🪲
Costumer Designer: Rachelle Dean
Costume Assist: Anna Fam
HMU: Lacey Dayes
PA: Seren Jacob @serenjacob
PA: Aidan Grossman @ratedcommunity
BTS and Camcorder Footage: 🪲
Title Design: Alexander La

Piece of Mind - @adam.klobi ft. @renforshort

shoutout angel @serenjacob for all your help 💗

Director: Andreja Klobucar @andreyaklobucar
Producer: Hameem Khan @hameeeeeem
Pro Co: @pupil
Cinematographer: Dragan Andic @the.97
Editers: Andreja Klobucar, Dragan Andic, Dimitri Andic
Colouring: Dragan Andic
Sound Design: Dimitri Andic
AC: Cale Faraon
Gaffer: Nick Rojas
Production Designer: 🪲
Costumer Designer: Rachelle Dean
Costume Assist: Anna Fam
HMU: Lacey Dayes
PA: Seren Jacob @serenjacob
PA: Aidan Grossman @ratedcommunity
BTS and Camcorder Footage: 🪲
Title Design: Alexander La

Piece of Mind - @adam.klobi ft. @renforshort

shoutout angel @serenjacob for all your help 💗

Director: Andreja Klobucar @andreyaklobucar
Producer: Hameem Khan @hameeeeeem
Pro Co: @pupil
Cinematographer: Dragan Andic @the.97
Editers: Andreja Klobucar, Dragan Andic, Dimitri Andic
Colouring: Dragan Andic
Sound Design: Dimitri Andic
AC: Cale Faraon
Gaffer: Nick Rojas
Production Designer: 🪲
Costumer Designer: Rachelle Dean
Costume Assist: Anna Fam
HMU: Lacey Dayes
PA: Seren Jacob @serenjacob
PA: Aidan Grossman @ratedcommunity
BTS and Camcorder Footage: 🪲
Title Design: Alexander La

Piece of Mind - @adam.klobi ft. @renforshort

shoutout angel @serenjacob for all your help 💗

Director: Andreja Klobucar @andreyaklobucar
Producer: Hameem Khan @hameeeeeem
Pro Co: @pupil
Cinematographer: Dragan Andic @the.97
Editers: Andreja Klobucar, Dragan Andic, Dimitri Andic
Colouring: Dragan Andic
Sound Design: Dimitri Andic
AC: Cale Faraon
Gaffer: Nick Rojas
Production Designer: 🪲
Costumer Designer: Rachelle Dean
Costume Assist: Anna Fam
HMU: Lacey Dayes
PA: Seren Jacob @serenjacob
PA: Aidan Grossman @ratedcommunity
BTS and Camcorder Footage: 🪲
Title Design: Alexander La

Piece of Mind - @adam.klobi ft. @renforshort

shoutout angel @serenjacob for all your help 💗

Director: Andreja Klobucar @andreyaklobucar
Producer: Hameem Khan @hameeeeeem
Pro Co: @pupil
Cinematographer: Dragan Andic @the.97
Editers: Andreja Klobucar, Dragan Andic, Dimitri Andic
Colouring: Dragan Andic
Sound Design: Dimitri Andic
AC: Cale Faraon
Gaffer: Nick Rojas
Production Designer: 🪲
Costumer Designer: Rachelle Dean
Costume Assist: Anna Fam
HMU: Lacey Dayes
PA: Seren Jacob @serenjacob
PA: Aidan Grossman @ratedcommunity
BTS and Camcorder Footage: 🪲
Title Design: Alexander La

CFO - The Special Ingredient

Huge thank you to superstars @mx.kzk and @natoot.mp4 for supporting me on this one 💗

Director: Adam Lawson
Producer: Margaret Evaire
PC: Torey Kehoe
Talent Coordinator: Christina Bryson
DOP: Barry Cheong
1st AC: Alice Do
2nd AC: Tobe Dayton
Key Grip: Steve Clark
Gaffer: Danny Oh
Swing: Indigo Schwarz
Production Designer: 🪲
Lead Dresser: Maxine Kozak @mx.kzk
Set Dresser: Nat Morales @natoot.mp4
Food Stylist: Jenny Sisko
Assist: Carol Brown
Assist: Allison Porter
Assist: Dorea Beaudoin
HMU: Mackenzie Hodge @pet_raits
Wardrobe: Meryl Romo @merylallysaromo
Wardrobe Assist: Jack Osadebamwen
DIT: Johnny Wu
PA: Thomas Allen
PA: Jesse Champagne

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