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Ariel
big visions, small ego
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 :)
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
View Instagram Stories in Secret
The Instagram Story Viewer is an easy tool that lets you secretly watch and save Instagram stories, videos, photos, or IGTV. With this service, you can download content and enjoy it offline whenever you like. If you find something interesting on Instagram that you’d like to check out later or want to view stories while staying anonymous, our Viewer is perfect for you. Anonstories offers an excellent solution for keeping your identity hidden. Instagram first launched the Stories feature in August 2023, which was quickly adopted by other platforms due to its engaging, time-sensitive format. Stories let users share quick updates, whether photos, videos, or selfies, enhanced with text, emojis, or filters, and are visible for only 24 hours. This limited time frame creates high engagement compared to regular posts. In today’s world, Stories are one of the most popular ways to connect and communicate on social media. However, when you view a Story, the creator can see your name in their viewer list, which may be a privacy concern. What if you wish to browse Stories without being noticed? Here’s where Anonstories becomes useful. It allows you to watch public Instagram content without revealing your identity. Simply enter the username of the profile you’re curious about, and the tool will display their latest Stories. Features of Anonstories Viewer: - Anonymous Browsing: Watch Stories without showing up on the viewer list. - No Account Needed: View public content without signing up for an Instagram account. - Content Download: Save any Stories content directly to your device for offline use. - View Highlights: Access Instagram Highlights, even beyond the 24-hour window. - Repost Monitoring: Track the reposts or engagement levels on Stories for personal profiles. Limitations: - This tool works only with public accounts; private accounts remain inaccessible. Benefits: - Privacy-Friendly: Watch any Instagram content without being noticed. - Simple and Easy: No app installation or registration required. - Exclusive Tools: Download and manage content in ways Instagram doesn’t offer.
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