Actress Kassandra Clementi HD Photos and Wallpapers September 2025

Thank you Instagram for this absolute stumble down memory lane @snowalec

Today is R U Ok day. In 2015, in the midst of filming Home and Away – my Dad took his life. I’ve written many essays and musings about his death, his life, and how he left, but it’s not something I’ve spoken about publicly – it always feels bigger than me and I hesitate to tell parts of a story that don’t belong to me. Especially when the person they belong to, isn’t here. Today I reflected on my Dad and also the lives of those still here; the lives of everyone I love. Also the lives of people I know nothing about but are somewhere in the world, dragging themselves to dawn and questioning if they can keep going. No one’s life is a montage of skipping through a daisy field with a golden retriever and a rainbow shooting from their ass – being human is hard. This society is hard. Everyone knows joy, and everyone knows hurt and no matter where we’re from or where we are, that connects us. There are parts of every person on earth that we would identify with, with such fierce familiarity and sometimes these people don’t come home. Be the depth and the humor and the flicker of hope in someone’s day. Look people in the eyes, see them, mean it. Give a shit. Give all of the shits. Find the people who do the same. The people who know the depths of themselves, the depths of each other, are such beautiful people. There is a place where you flourish – a place where your body softens and you breathe in color, because you belong – it is here – let it find you – stay. If you have been touched in any way by suicide, and you feel comfortable to do so – leave a love heart under this so people don’t feel so alone.

Today is R U Ok day. In 2015, in the midst of filming Home and Away – my Dad took his life. I’ve written many essays and musings about his death, his life, and how he left, but it’s not something I’ve spoken about publicly – it always feels bigger than me and I hesitate to tell parts of a story that don’t belong to me. Especially when the person they belong to, isn’t here. Today I reflected on my Dad and also the lives of those still here; the lives of everyone I love. Also the lives of people I know nothing about but are somewhere in the world, dragging themselves to dawn and questioning if they can keep going. No one’s life is a montage of skipping through a daisy field with a golden retriever and a rainbow shooting from their ass – being human is hard. This society is hard. Everyone knows joy, and everyone knows hurt and no matter where we’re from or where we are, that connects us. There are parts of every person on earth that we would identify with, with such fierce familiarity and sometimes these people don’t come home. Be the depth and the humor and the flicker of hope in someone’s day. Look people in the eyes, see them, mean it. Give a shit. Give all of the shits. Find the people who do the same. The people who know the depths of themselves, the depths of each other, are such beautiful people. There is a place where you flourish – a place where your body softens and you breathe in color, because you belong – it is here – let it find you – stay. If you have been touched in any way by suicide, and you feel comfortable to do so – leave a love heart under this so people don’t feel so alone.

Today is R U Ok day. In 2015, in the midst of filming Home and Away – my Dad took his life. I’ve written many essays and musings about his death, his life, and how he left, but it’s not something I’ve spoken about publicly – it always feels bigger than me and I hesitate to tell parts of a story that don’t belong to me. Especially when the person they belong to, isn’t here. Today I reflected on my Dad and also the lives of those still here; the lives of everyone I love. Also the lives of people I know nothing about but are somewhere in the world, dragging themselves to dawn and questioning if they can keep going. No one’s life is a montage of skipping through a daisy field with a golden retriever and a rainbow shooting from their ass – being human is hard. This society is hard. Everyone knows joy, and everyone knows hurt and no matter where we’re from or where we are, that connects us. There are parts of every person on earth that we would identify with, with such fierce familiarity and sometimes these people don’t come home. Be the depth and the humor and the flicker of hope in someone’s day. Look people in the eyes, see them, mean it. Give a shit. Give all of the shits. Find the people who do the same. The people who know the depths of themselves, the depths of each other, are such beautiful people. There is a place where you flourish – a place where your body softens and you breathe in color, because you belong – it is here – let it find you – stay. If you have been touched in any way by suicide, and you feel comfortable to do so – leave a love heart under this so people don’t feel so alone.

Today is R U Ok day. In 2015, in the midst of filming Home and Away – my Dad took his life. I’ve written many essays and musings about his death, his life, and how he left, but it’s not something I’ve spoken about publicly – it always feels bigger than me and I hesitate to tell parts of a story that don’t belong to me. Especially when the person they belong to, isn’t here. Today I reflected on my Dad and also the lives of those still here; the lives of everyone I love. Also the lives of people I know nothing about but are somewhere in the world, dragging themselves to dawn and questioning if they can keep going. No one’s life is a montage of skipping through a daisy field with a golden retriever and a rainbow shooting from their ass – being human is hard. This society is hard. Everyone knows joy, and everyone knows hurt and no matter where we’re from or where we are, that connects us. There are parts of every person on earth that we would identify with, with such fierce familiarity and sometimes these people don’t come home. Be the depth and the humor and the flicker of hope in someone’s day. Look people in the eyes, see them, mean it. Give a shit. Give all of the shits. Find the people who do the same. The people who know the depths of themselves, the depths of each other, are such beautiful people. There is a place where you flourish – a place where your body softens and you breathe in color, because you belong – it is here – let it find you – stay. If you have been touched in any way by suicide, and you feel comfortable to do so – leave a love heart under this so people don’t feel so alone.

Today is R U Ok day. In 2015, in the midst of filming Home and Away – my Dad took his life. I’ve written many essays and musings about his death, his life, and how he left, but it’s not something I’ve spoken about publicly – it always feels bigger than me and I hesitate to tell parts of a story that don’t belong to me. Especially when the person they belong to, isn’t here. Today I reflected on my Dad and also the lives of those still here; the lives of everyone I love. Also the lives of people I know nothing about but are somewhere in the world, dragging themselves to dawn and questioning if they can keep going. No one’s life is a montage of skipping through a daisy field with a golden retriever and a rainbow shooting from their ass – being human is hard. This society is hard. Everyone knows joy, and everyone knows hurt and no matter where we’re from or where we are, that connects us. There are parts of every person on earth that we would identify with, with such fierce familiarity and sometimes these people don’t come home. Be the depth and the humor and the flicker of hope in someone’s day. Look people in the eyes, see them, mean it. Give a shit. Give all of the shits. Find the people who do the same. The people who know the depths of themselves, the depths of each other, are such beautiful people. There is a place where you flourish – a place where your body softens and you breathe in color, because you belong – it is here – let it find you – stay. If you have been touched in any way by suicide, and you feel comfortable to do so – leave a love heart under this so people don’t feel so alone.

Today is R U Ok day. In 2015, in the midst of filming Home and Away – my Dad took his life. I’ve written many essays and musings about his death, his life, and how he left, but it’s not something I’ve spoken about publicly – it always feels bigger than me and I hesitate to tell parts of a story that don’t belong to me. Especially when the person they belong to, isn’t here. Today I reflected on my Dad and also the lives of those still here; the lives of everyone I love. Also the lives of people I know nothing about but are somewhere in the world, dragging themselves to dawn and questioning if they can keep going. No one’s life is a montage of skipping through a daisy field with a golden retriever and a rainbow shooting from their ass – being human is hard. This society is hard. Everyone knows joy, and everyone knows hurt and no matter where we’re from or where we are, that connects us. There are parts of every person on earth that we would identify with, with such fierce familiarity and sometimes these people don’t come home. Be the depth and the humor and the flicker of hope in someone’s day. Look people in the eyes, see them, mean it. Give a shit. Give all of the shits. Find the people who do the same. The people who know the depths of themselves, the depths of each other, are such beautiful people. There is a place where you flourish – a place where your body softens and you breathe in color, because you belong – it is here – let it find you – stay. If you have been touched in any way by suicide, and you feel comfortable to do so – leave a love heart under this so people don’t feel so alone.

Today is R U Ok day. In 2015, in the midst of filming Home and Away – my Dad took his life. I’ve written many essays and musings about his death, his life, and how he left, but it’s not something I’ve spoken about publicly – it always feels bigger than me and I hesitate to tell parts of a story that don’t belong to me. Especially when the person they belong to, isn’t here. Today I reflected on my Dad and also the lives of those still here; the lives of everyone I love. Also the lives of people I know nothing about but are somewhere in the world, dragging themselves to dawn and questioning if they can keep going. No one’s life is a montage of skipping through a daisy field with a golden retriever and a rainbow shooting from their ass – being human is hard. This society is hard. Everyone knows joy, and everyone knows hurt and no matter where we’re from or where we are, that connects us. There are parts of every person on earth that we would identify with, with such fierce familiarity and sometimes these people don’t come home. Be the depth and the humor and the flicker of hope in someone’s day. Look people in the eyes, see them, mean it. Give a shit. Give all of the shits. Find the people who do the same. The people who know the depths of themselves, the depths of each other, are such beautiful people. There is a place where you flourish – a place where your body softens and you breathe in color, because you belong – it is here – let it find you – stay. If you have been touched in any way by suicide, and you feel comfortable to do so – leave a love heart under this so people don’t feel so alone.

I made these

I made these

You are one of my people. You have been one of my people for 15 years and I couldn’t say a bad word about you, even if I tried. 15 years is a long time to get some shit-talking ammunition and I don’t have it. You are goodness and you are honesty. You walked me into motherhood, sat with me at 2 days postpartum and helped me learn to nurse my newborn, whilst I bled from what felt like EVERYWHERE. You fed me and gave me gentle head rubs with a calming energy that lord knows I wasn’t producing myself. Our girls are family, how lucky are we. You show up. You are it. I’m sorry I’m terrible at answering FaceTime. Today is your birthday and THANK YOU BELINDA. 🎉

You are one of my people. You have been one of my people for 15 years and I couldn’t say a bad word about you, even if I tried. 15 years is a long time to get some shit-talking ammunition and I don’t have it. You are goodness and you are honesty. You walked me into motherhood, sat with me at 2 days postpartum and helped me learn to nurse my newborn, whilst I bled from what felt like EVERYWHERE. You fed me and gave me gentle head rubs with a calming energy that lord knows I wasn’t producing myself. Our girls are family, how lucky are we. You show up. You are it. I’m sorry I’m terrible at answering FaceTime. Today is your birthday and THANK YOU BELINDA. 🎉

You are one of my people. You have been one of my people for 15 years and I couldn’t say a bad word about you, even if I tried. 15 years is a long time to get some shit-talking ammunition and I don’t have it. You are goodness and you are honesty. You walked me into motherhood, sat with me at 2 days postpartum and helped me learn to nurse my newborn, whilst I bled from what felt like EVERYWHERE. You fed me and gave me gentle head rubs with a calming energy that lord knows I wasn’t producing myself. Our girls are family, how lucky are we. You show up. You are it. I’m sorry I’m terrible at answering FaceTime. Today is your birthday and THANK YOU BELINDA. 🎉

My girl released two beautiful monarch butterflies today. Sending them off on their big migration journey toward Mexico, and it was bloody beautiful

Happy Birthday to the Sunshine Monkey and Happy 2nd motherhoodiversary @bad.cas !! Creating small replicas of ourselves to befriend one another was a stellar fucking move

I used to think “I just want my kids to be happy” but over the past couple of years I’ve realized, “I just want them to be able to feel their feelings”. To process their emotions with openness and without fear. To let pain envelop them so they can embrace what hurts, deeply enough that it can be processed through their system without suppression. To let joy make them feel like their feet are lifting off the ground without the worry of how it will feel when they touch back down. To not fear the lows or beg the highs to stay. To accept what is in front of them, challenge what needs to change with grace and passion, and to come and lay their heads on my chest when it all feels too big; so I can be their calm and safety until they’re ready to give it back to themselves . These beautiful new people have taught me that happiness isn’t always the answer, rather the emotional freedom to meet themselves with tenderness, curiosity and security, exactly where they are, so they never need to be afraid of themselves.