Earned dopamine 💥
When your 19-year-old daughter excitedly suggests her favorite new Harry Styles song to play on bass, you learn it immediately :)
Harry Styles ~ Ready, Steady, Go
Dress ~ @littlejoewoman
I can no longer stay silent. What is happening in this country is horrific, and I do not support the president, his administration, or ICE. I believe in the equal dignity and rights of all human beings—regardless of race, ethnicity, nationality, gender, sexuality, religion, or wealth.
I stand firmly against violence, racism, homophobia, transphobia, Islamophobia, antisemitism, misogyny, xenophobia, and any belief system or policy that dehumanizes, marginalizes, or targets the “other.” I believe that all people have the right to live without fear, to seek safety and opportunity, to practice the religion of their choice—or none at all—and to love who they choose, so long as no harm is done to others.
I believe in democracy, bodily autonomy, freedom of expression, a free and honest press, and a justice system rooted in fairness, due process, and compassion—not cruelty.
For those who will comment that I’m “just a model” and should stay in my own lane: I am in the lane of humanity, because I am human. Silence in the face of injustice is not neutrality—it is complicity.
To anyone who chooses to unfollow after reading this, there is no need to announce your departure. I want my space and my platform to reflect values of love, empathy, kindness, accountability, and critical thinking. If that makes you uncomfortable, then this space was never meant for you.
Standing on the plot of land where our house once was.
One year ago today at approximately 3am, the Eaton fire consumed our home and all of our precious items it held inside.
We are still healing❤️🩹.
Sending love to all the 13,000 families who lost their homes in both the Eaton and Palisades fires.
Thank you @sunshine_acid for the beautiful image
My Christmas without the kids this year, I had two options: stay home and cry for 7 days, or plan a little getaway for myself. So I headed up to Northern California, stayed in a little cabin on the coast, drove a fun ride, ate Christmas cookies, drank champagne, listened to rain in front of the fireplace, and saw a rainbow :)
My Casa Lula,
It’s hard to find the right words to say goodbye. You were more than walls and windows, more than stucco and paint. You were our safe haven. Our storybook. Our cradle of dreams and chaos and beauty.
Lucas and Leila were still in elementary school when we first walked through your doors. You were the place where their childhoods truly unfolded — the backdrop to their growing up. You watched them race down your hallways, lose their first teeth, and learn to ride bikes. You held the echoes of their laughter after school, their whispered secrets at night, their teenage music, their first crushes. You were there for their first dances, first heartbreaks, and all the little moments in between that made them who they are.
You witnessed it all — Your walls held the warmth of a thousand memories, and your windows watched our lives bloom, year after year.
I grieve the feeling of you — the morning light in the kitchen, the smell of gardenias and night jasmine in the summer evenings, the blooming pink camellias in the winter, the comforting creak in the hallway, the way you felt like a living part of us.
But even now, even in your absence, I feel gratitude. You sheltered us. You kept us safe. You held us through the seasons of life and love and heartache. You gave us roots, and a warm space for our family.
Thank you, Casa Lula, for being our sanctuary. For watching over my children as they grew. For being a witness to our joy, our everyday magic. You were not just our house — you were our heart.
You will always be with us.
With all my love,
Vanessa
