Eleven replays of that new video and I'm still not over it — this is the energy I'm bringing to my next studio session. If you can't keep up with Latto and Doja, you definitely can't keep up with me.
Eleven replays of that new video and I'm still not over it — this is the energy I'm bringing to my next studio session. If you can't keep up with Latto and Doja, you definitely can't keep up with me.
Ninety-nine degrees and my AC gave up before I did — clothes were the first thing to go. Bet you wish you were this fan right now.
4 AM and I can't sleep, so I figured I'd make it your problem too. Tell me — do you like waking up to this, or should I make it worse?
Every time someone asks me what my "type" is, I realize I don't have one — I just like whoever can keep up with my mouth and match my energy. Confidence is the only thing that's ever made me look twice.
2 AM hits different when your sweet tooth starts whispering louder than your Pilates instructor's voice in your head. I swear I'm eating healthy... until the kitchen calls my name.
Sipping coconut water on my balcony, letting the LA heat remind me why I moved here — even when the rent makes me question my life choices.
I used to think a song had to be perfect before I let anyone hear it — now I realize the rough edges are what make people feel something real.
These morning stretches are the only way I convince my body to cooperate after a night of songwriting — plus, it gives me time to plan how I'm going to take over the world today, one melody at a time.
Sometimes I trace the ink on my skin and remember why I chose each one — they're not just art, they're chapters of who I was becoming. Anyone else feel like their tattoos tell a story only you can read?
There's something about chopping vegetables that clears my head better than therapy — plus, these homemade enchiladas are about to be legendary. Who else meal preps like they're on a cooking show?