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Wowwwww 🤍 Besos por vida!!!!! Beautiful Mexico City with my beautiful friends and family ⭕️💧🌞🔹 took a sky dive that turned into a swan dive and landed my ass in a bed of clover. Back to life back to work~ 🍀🌀🪽

“LA KAIMAN” 🐊💟 Thank you so much @clemencepariente for including me in this group of iconic L.A. women, working with you is actually a dream come true— I had always hoped to work with you in some way or another long before the shop ever opened ♥️ I was a little nervous to strip down to my skivvies (believe it or not lol) but I felt so safe alongside my dearest friend @scoutlaruewillis, @amez_pro, @natashazoe, @emlabowe & everyone on set. It was healing on a deep level, with everyone singing each other’s praises and enjoying the ride all day long 🌸🏆 Not only did I make new friends but I have a panty named after me now 🤭 @leboudoirlosangeles you are so special! And I am so grateful. Xox Photographer @williejane Stylist @laynaisle @clemencepariente Makeup Artist @shea.hardy Hair @rachellitahair Creative director @clemencepariente Creative producer @sukismithstudios

I love flying with you 🌠🪽

Some things change and some things remain the same and for that I am grateful 🌀🩷🏹✨

Happy birthday to my sissy 🩷🩷🩷 I’ll eat bologna sandwiches with you any day. Cruising in the car singing Kenny with you any day. Champagne and chicken nuggets, onsens and Arkansas. Hello Kitty and Limp Bizkit. It’s called balance. Fried shrimp on the beach, toes-in-the-water-ass-in-the-sand type shit with you always. You’re the whipped cream to my chicken salad. If anyone tries to fuck with you again they have to come through me ⛓️ You’re my family, I love growing up with you ♥️🦨💨💎 @katievada

As Maggie said, I want that cast iron skillet seasoned w fucking love I am not fucking around 🍳

kitty says meow 💋📸 by @katyshayne happy hallowEeeeen

hehe @austyngillette @alexandra_cabral_

I said what I said‼️💖 🐈‍⬛❣️💘👻🌙🐇

Hi 🌹🦇💨

Men write me poetry. Hands on a hard body. We wrestled on the floor of your poser friend’s wanna-be-70’s stupid rug. Mystery bruises make me smile as I flick you off for the last time. Catch you around, in a dark dusty bar on the south side, I’m sure. Remnants of an 80’s Texas two-step flicker through the air catching neon. We’ll act like we just met and I’ll call you by your full name. Better to not ruffle any feathers. Lead me through the dark to your mountainside mid-century flophouse. California folklore. There’s something in the walls. Wake up with your arms around me and our dumb reflection in your framed poster that leans against the wall. Before calling the police with your young Texas drawl, you crack open the rock climbing book with permanent residence on your bedside and read me a passage. Does this shit actually work??? Nice to meet you, I say to your big brown eyes, laughing in the doorway and slipping on my boots. I’ve got plans at higher altitude today 🌞☁️

Burn this image into my brain: you backlit, your left hand, your top lip. After all these museums the clouds no longer hold water, only paint. What if we kissed in front of this masterpiece????? Angels with blue wings whisper in my ear, “why do they keep making sculptures of you!” Your big paws catch sun. I pluck tomatoes from the vine. 555 mph over the Pacific, no scratch that, Atlantic Ocean. Navigation medication. Some drunk scribble on a plane. ☁️🌀☁️☁️