“The creative mind cannot be compartmentalized” Congratulations @clove.studios.la on your first drop. I love what you’re doing in the creative space and your Trademark Collection is incredible. I could live in this set, seriously the most comfortable ever! Your vision is so special, and you wanted this campaign to serve as a symbol; to dream big, plant that seed you believe in, and embrace the beautiful journey of filling up that bucket daily and watering that seed. Brilliant🙌🏼 Y’all, buy these sweats, you will thank me. Go to clove-studios.com or head over to their insta @clove.studios.la Bravo Carly 🩵
“The creative mind cannot be compartmentalized” Congratulations @clove.studios.la on your first drop. I love what you’re doing in the creative space and your Trademark Collection is incredible. I could live in this set, seriously the most comfortable ever! Your vision is so special, and you wanted this campaign to serve as a symbol; to dream big, plant that seed you believe in, and embrace the beautiful journey of filling up that bucket daily and watering that seed. Brilliant🙌🏼 Y’all, buy these sweats, you will thank me. Go to clove-studios.com or head over to their insta @clove.studios.la Bravo Carly 🩵
“The creative mind cannot be compartmentalized” Congratulations @clove.studios.la on your first drop. I love what you’re doing in the creative space and your Trademark Collection is incredible. I could live in this set, seriously the most comfortable ever! Your vision is so special, and you wanted this campaign to serve as a symbol; to dream big, plant that seed you believe in, and embrace the beautiful journey of filling up that bucket daily and watering that seed. Brilliant🙌🏼 Y’all, buy these sweats, you will thank me. Go to clove-studios.com or head over to their insta @clove.studios.la Bravo Carly 🩵
“The creative mind cannot be compartmentalized” Congratulations @clove.studios.la on your first drop. I love what you’re doing in the creative space and your Trademark Collection is incredible. I could live in this set, seriously the most comfortable ever! Your vision is so special, and you wanted this campaign to serve as a symbol; to dream big, plant that seed you believe in, and embrace the beautiful journey of filling up that bucket daily and watering that seed. Brilliant🙌🏼 Y’all, buy these sweats, you will thank me. Go to clove-studios.com or head over to their insta @clove.studios.la Bravo Carly 🩵
Happy Palm Sunday 🌴✝️🙏🏼 📸: @kauaieyes
Absolutely insist upon enjoying life💖
Five generations of Southern country music course through my veins… Beyoncé’s latest album #cowboycarter is so much fun 🇺🇸🤠 Do any of you have a favorite song from it yet? 🎵 #countrysoul #musicheritage #southernroots #beyonce #sweethoneybuckin 📸: @kauaieyes
To say I feel loved would be an understatement. My family & friends came from near and far, braving the atmospheric river, to celebrate my birthday with me. My heart is flooded with gratitude (pun intended) and overflowing with joy💖 Thank you everyone here on IG for your sweet birthday wishes. I appreciate each of you🙏🏼 📸: @kauaieyes 💝 Thank you @thebarsocialites for creating an epic mocktail menu for me and still making it fun for the drinkers in the room, but valuing my sobriety. That meant a lot to me😊 @lanightcasino for providing super fun casino tables and the best dealers ever ♥️♣️♦️♠️ @austinjanik for sending the best mentalist in the world to entertain us all! 🪄 Mat was flawless @portiaandscarlett for my incandescent gown. I felt like a goddess mermaid all night✨ @lucyritam you are angelic and a true master makeup artist AND, my hair still looks great today🙌🏼 Thanking God everyone arrived here and back safely🫶 #blessed #casinobarbie #mermaid #happybirthday #thankyougod #overflowinglove #family #friendsforlife
One month without you… A day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t worn one of your shirts. It felt weird going into your closet, pilfering your clothes before your body was even cold. But it was with permission, blessed, and ordained, as it were. You were a clothes horse after all, a western fashionista! I own flannels and denim goods, but mine were bought at The Gap or Ralph Lauren. Yours were all Lee or Wrangler, or brands nobody’s ever heard of, bought in stores from small towns nobody’s ever been to. Real. Authentic. That was you. I remember when I was a little girl, you’d let me help pick out your belt or bolo tie to match your outfit. You’d let me think I was making the final decision, and it made me feel so special. I wanted them to smell like you. That was my second wish. My first was that you were still in them. Futile. Nothing smells like you. Does your scent die when you do? I always imagined it lingered. I wear your shirt, your other shirt, and your other shirt. I feel close to you this way. I walked by your urn the other day, it sits right near your favorite cowboy hat, and I laughed as I said out loud like a fool, “Hah, got you now, fxcker!” In a sense, it’s true. I have you here with me every day now. It’s why I wear your shirts – to finally feel close to you. You would have loved that joke. Nobody laughed at my jokes the way you did ♥️
One month without you… A day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t worn one of your shirts. It felt weird going into your closet, pilfering your clothes before your body was even cold. But it was with permission, blessed, and ordained, as it were. You were a clothes horse after all, a western fashionista! I own flannels and denim goods, but mine were bought at The Gap or Ralph Lauren. Yours were all Lee or Wrangler, or brands nobody’s ever heard of, bought in stores from small towns nobody’s ever been to. Real. Authentic. That was you. I remember when I was a little girl, you’d let me help pick out your belt or bolo tie to match your outfit. You’d let me think I was making the final decision, and it made me feel so special. I wanted them to smell like you. That was my second wish. My first was that you were still in them. Futile. Nothing smells like you. Does your scent die when you do? I always imagined it lingered. I wear your shirt, your other shirt, and your other shirt. I feel close to you this way. I walked by your urn the other day, it sits right near your favorite cowboy hat, and I laughed as I said out loud like a fool, “Hah, got you now, fxcker!” In a sense, it’s true. I have you here with me every day now. It’s why I wear your shirts – to finally feel close to you. You would have loved that joke. Nobody laughed at my jokes the way you did ♥️
One month without you… A day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t worn one of your shirts. It felt weird going into your closet, pilfering your clothes before your body was even cold. But it was with permission, blessed, and ordained, as it were. You were a clothes horse after all, a western fashionista! I own flannels and denim goods, but mine were bought at The Gap or Ralph Lauren. Yours were all Lee or Wrangler, or brands nobody’s ever heard of, bought in stores from small towns nobody’s ever been to. Real. Authentic. That was you. I remember when I was a little girl, you’d let me help pick out your belt or bolo tie to match your outfit. You’d let me think I was making the final decision, and it made me feel so special. I wanted them to smell like you. That was my second wish. My first was that you were still in them. Futile. Nothing smells like you. Does your scent die when you do? I always imagined it lingered. I wear your shirt, your other shirt, and your other shirt. I feel close to you this way. I walked by your urn the other day, it sits right near your favorite cowboy hat, and I laughed as I said out loud like a fool, “Hah, got you now, fxcker!” In a sense, it’s true. I have you here with me every day now. It’s why I wear your shirts – to finally feel close to you. You would have loved that joke. Nobody laughed at my jokes the way you did ♥️
One month without you… A day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t worn one of your shirts. It felt weird going into your closet, pilfering your clothes before your body was even cold. But it was with permission, blessed, and ordained, as it were. You were a clothes horse after all, a western fashionista! I own flannels and denim goods, but mine were bought at The Gap or Ralph Lauren. Yours were all Lee or Wrangler, or brands nobody’s ever heard of, bought in stores from small towns nobody’s ever been to. Real. Authentic. That was you. I remember when I was a little girl, you’d let me help pick out your belt or bolo tie to match your outfit. You’d let me think I was making the final decision, and it made me feel so special. I wanted them to smell like you. That was my second wish. My first was that you were still in them. Futile. Nothing smells like you. Does your scent die when you do? I always imagined it lingered. I wear your shirt, your other shirt, and your other shirt. I feel close to you this way. I walked by your urn the other day, it sits right near your favorite cowboy hat, and I laughed as I said out loud like a fool, “Hah, got you now, fxcker!” In a sense, it’s true. I have you here with me every day now. It’s why I wear your shirts – to finally feel close to you. You would have loved that joke. Nobody laughed at my jokes the way you did ♥️
One month without you… A day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t worn one of your shirts. It felt weird going into your closet, pilfering your clothes before your body was even cold. But it was with permission, blessed, and ordained, as it were. You were a clothes horse after all, a western fashionista! I own flannels and denim goods, but mine were bought at The Gap or Ralph Lauren. Yours were all Lee or Wrangler, or brands nobody’s ever heard of, bought in stores from small towns nobody’s ever been to. Real. Authentic. That was you. I remember when I was a little girl, you’d let me help pick out your belt or bolo tie to match your outfit. You’d let me think I was making the final decision, and it made me feel so special. I wanted them to smell like you. That was my second wish. My first was that you were still in them. Futile. Nothing smells like you. Does your scent die when you do? I always imagined it lingered. I wear your shirt, your other shirt, and your other shirt. I feel close to you this way. I walked by your urn the other day, it sits right near your favorite cowboy hat, and I laughed as I said out loud like a fool, “Hah, got you now, fxcker!” In a sense, it’s true. I have you here with me every day now. It’s why I wear your shirts – to finally feel close to you. You would have loved that joke. Nobody laughed at my jokes the way you did ♥️
One month without you… A day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t worn one of your shirts. It felt weird going into your closet, pilfering your clothes before your body was even cold. But it was with permission, blessed, and ordained, as it were. You were a clothes horse after all, a western fashionista! I own flannels and denim goods, but mine were bought at The Gap or Ralph Lauren. Yours were all Lee or Wrangler, or brands nobody’s ever heard of, bought in stores from small towns nobody’s ever been to. Real. Authentic. That was you. I remember when I was a little girl, you’d let me help pick out your belt or bolo tie to match your outfit. You’d let me think I was making the final decision, and it made me feel so special. I wanted them to smell like you. That was my second wish. My first was that you were still in them. Futile. Nothing smells like you. Does your scent die when you do? I always imagined it lingered. I wear your shirt, your other shirt, and your other shirt. I feel close to you this way. I walked by your urn the other day, it sits right near your favorite cowboy hat, and I laughed as I said out loud like a fool, “Hah, got you now, fxcker!” In a sense, it’s true. I have you here with me every day now. It’s why I wear your shirts – to finally feel close to you. You would have loved that joke. Nobody laughed at my jokes the way you did ♥️
One month without you… A day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t worn one of your shirts. It felt weird going into your closet, pilfering your clothes before your body was even cold. But it was with permission, blessed, and ordained, as it were. You were a clothes horse after all, a western fashionista! I own flannels and denim goods, but mine were bought at The Gap or Ralph Lauren. Yours were all Lee or Wrangler, or brands nobody’s ever heard of, bought in stores from small towns nobody’s ever been to. Real. Authentic. That was you. I remember when I was a little girl, you’d let me help pick out your belt or bolo tie to match your outfit. You’d let me think I was making the final decision, and it made me feel so special. I wanted them to smell like you. That was my second wish. My first was that you were still in them. Futile. Nothing smells like you. Does your scent die when you do? I always imagined it lingered. I wear your shirt, your other shirt, and your other shirt. I feel close to you this way. I walked by your urn the other day, it sits right near your favorite cowboy hat, and I laughed as I said out loud like a fool, “Hah, got you now, fxcker!” In a sense, it’s true. I have you here with me every day now. It’s why I wear your shirts – to finally feel close to you. You would have loved that joke. Nobody laughed at my jokes the way you did ♥️
One month without you… A day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t worn one of your shirts. It felt weird going into your closet, pilfering your clothes before your body was even cold. But it was with permission, blessed, and ordained, as it were. You were a clothes horse after all, a western fashionista! I own flannels and denim goods, but mine were bought at The Gap or Ralph Lauren. Yours were all Lee or Wrangler, or brands nobody’s ever heard of, bought in stores from small towns nobody’s ever been to. Real. Authentic. That was you. I remember when I was a little girl, you’d let me help pick out your belt or bolo tie to match your outfit. You’d let me think I was making the final decision, and it made me feel so special. I wanted them to smell like you. That was my second wish. My first was that you were still in them. Futile. Nothing smells like you. Does your scent die when you do? I always imagined it lingered. I wear your shirt, your other shirt, and your other shirt. I feel close to you this way. I walked by your urn the other day, it sits right near your favorite cowboy hat, and I laughed as I said out loud like a fool, “Hah, got you now, fxcker!” In a sense, it’s true. I have you here with me every day now. It’s why I wear your shirts – to finally feel close to you. You would have loved that joke. Nobody laughed at my jokes the way you did ♥️
One month without you… A day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t worn one of your shirts. It felt weird going into your closet, pilfering your clothes before your body was even cold. But it was with permission, blessed, and ordained, as it were. You were a clothes horse after all, a western fashionista! I own flannels and denim goods, but mine were bought at The Gap or Ralph Lauren. Yours were all Lee or Wrangler, or brands nobody’s ever heard of, bought in stores from small towns nobody’s ever been to. Real. Authentic. That was you. I remember when I was a little girl, you’d let me help pick out your belt or bolo tie to match your outfit. You’d let me think I was making the final decision, and it made me feel so special. I wanted them to smell like you. That was my second wish. My first was that you were still in them. Futile. Nothing smells like you. Does your scent die when you do? I always imagined it lingered. I wear your shirt, your other shirt, and your other shirt. I feel close to you this way. I walked by your urn the other day, it sits right near your favorite cowboy hat, and I laughed as I said out loud like a fool, “Hah, got you now, fxcker!” In a sense, it’s true. I have you here with me every day now. It’s why I wear your shirts – to finally feel close to you. You would have loved that joke. Nobody laughed at my jokes the way you did ♥️
Happy birthday @officialhilaryroberts 💝My soul sister, my sober sister, the sis I have the most fun with on every red carpet! My sister in Christ. I love you so much Hil and I ask God to bless your new year with health, joy and more love than you can imagine. Thank you for being an inspiration to all of us! Nobody makes me want to give more or laugh harder than you do. Happy, happy birthday sweet girl💖
Celebrating our Queen was a highlight of my life. Happy birthday Mom. I love you more💝
🕊️🌸🕊️Happy Easter 🕊️🌸🕊️
Happy birthday to the best person I know. I’m so happy you were born! I would literally die without you. I love you @lorancalvin123 💗My ride or die
Hi, everyone ♡ Never thought I’d quote @elmo but my gosh the impact of his post made such an impression on the mental health conversation. It is so important to check in on each other So I’m asking, how are you doing?
No one says we have to stay where we find ourselves… What’s one thing you can do for yourself right now that will create more space for freedom and joy in your life?
I’m not typically one to endorse false positivity, but today was pretty profound. Spending time with my bestie’s bed-ridden mom, in the twilight of her life, was unexpectedly uplifting. Despite her circumstances, she radiated joy, especially when we gently brushed her hair. It was as if she found solace in those simple moments, reminding me of the Albert Camus quote about the ‘invincible summer’ within us, even amidst life’s darkest winters. Witnessing her resilience was a poignant reminder that even in life’s final chapters, there’s a glimmer of light that refuses to fade. I love you, Janimal✨ “My dear, In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love. In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile. In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm. I realized, through it all, that… In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back“
