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Louis in Rio de Janeiro, May 8th 2024, photographed by Diego Castanho

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Louis in Rio de Janeiro, May 8th 2024, photographed by Carol Marins

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[kinhship]

Took toddler Casey to go eat ice cream and she had a tantrum 🤡

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karlie kloss via her instagram story

[selfdefrecation]

Can I still practice my profession while slowly going disabled?

I'm currently in the middle of preparing for multiple job interviews. I feel anxious about whether I will be able to pass or not. And if I pass and eventually get a job offer, how would my life change? I would be uprooting myself from a comfortable risk-free place into a world of unknowns, worries, and anxieties. A new place, a new neighborhood, new faces, new relationships, new routines, new responsibilities, and new challenges await. Would I be able to survive moving to the heart of Manila?

Can my eyes keep up with it? Can it still hang on? I currently have no medication or cure for it, so I'm literally letting it deteriorate. And I'm not helping by habitually sleeping at 1am. I don't know why I can't help but revenge bedtime procrastinate.

I tried easing my worries by watching a tarot card reading on YouTube. It felt like it validated what I'm going through. But it's all very vague and general.

I just want to experience life! I want my brainrot era to end. I've had enough of being a martyr for injustice. They made a fool out of me - a pushover. They took me for granted, I'm not gonna keep crawling back every time they mistreat me. I'm done. I'm tired. I don't care anymore. They can go compete for that measly salary by themselves. I don't want to be part of their politics anymore.

Listening to my daily affirmations playlist is one of the only things keeping me going these days.

I'm still hanging on for some divine miracle. And I'll still be hanging on for dear hope.

[archiveofkloss]

karlie kloss quoted josh kushner’s tweet about thrive: “Congrats to the incredible team at Thrive!”