Might as well ensure the process of making a TV show together is even more picante. Gotta talk to each other everyday any way…
Jake Baron and Toluca Mendez on the beat. 🔍
Someone recently told me ‘you can smooth your skin out to a psychotic level in post.’ So I did. And I like it.
David, BD™️, mother fucking, Walton. Before I met you, I understood the implications. I knew it was a deeper, longer, more layered road ahead, this kid business. Anyone could facilitate a “vision” of what it looked like – the cute house, the mason jars for cocktails, the obligatory posts that barely hide the seething resentment towards the person you cast as a spouse back when it was all a race to the aisle. We can all try and make our moms and grandmas proud with the cute-ish guy who would toe the line, give us good stuff on paper, and fund delirious projections onto our most well-performing golden child with fun “trips with the Gueirlz” in between – and I believe people misunderstand you because you’re so stupid handsome that such might be the trajectory for someone worthy of you. But being the downer I am, I knew that would not sustain. I needed a soul guy. A “let’s allow men and women to have emotions” guy. An “Am I wrong here? Okay well tell me why because I want to understand” guy. Up for healing all the inevitable generational wounds that arise, the built-in bullshit male v female propaganda baked into everything, someone who knew just how much the sensitivity in men has been so forcedly silenced it can only bleed all over everything that is holy. And sure. You’re not infallible, you’re far from perfect, but you’re down on the daily to learn in the name of love no matter how uncool, over-talkingly nebbish, and downright backbreaking – and for me, THATS what my then hypothetical children deserved in a father. What we all deserve. So while parenting with you sucks shit because to our children you are kind, gentle, analytical, deeply feeling and always, always, always relentlessly up for doing the right, sensitive, “I see you” thing but you legit tune out when I talk and say “what” more than is humanly possible, that is exactly why I let you nut inside me with nothing guarding the net. . Love you so much David. I know you’re not a social media guy, but the world should know the kind of father you are.
Mother of the G🥇d Damn Year
Baron and Toluca before their life goes 🕳️ Behind on the show breaking all the📀? Email: [email protected] and they’ll get you up and running.
Beaches of Eastwick
Beaches of Eastwick
Beaches of Eastwick
Beaches of Eastwick
Beaches of Eastwick
Happy Birthday to this cutie. Love you @davidwalton – thank you for being born and staying alive long enough to meet me, make babies and hopefully, carry out my funeral notes to a T. Don’t ever stop being a party, even if it’s an early to bed, Ayurvedic one. ♥️🐍
Happy Birthday to this cutie. Love you @davidwalton – thank you for being born and staying alive long enough to meet me, make babies and hopefully, carry out my funeral notes to a T. Don’t ever stop being a party, even if it’s an early to bed, Ayurvedic one. ♥️🐍
Happy Birthday to this cutie. Love you @davidwalton – thank you for being born and staying alive long enough to meet me, make babies and hopefully, carry out my funeral notes to a T. Don’t ever stop being a party, even if it’s an early to bed, Ayurvedic one. ♥️🐍
Happy Birthday to this cutie. Love you @davidwalton – thank you for being born and staying alive long enough to meet me, make babies and hopefully, carry out my funeral notes to a T. Don’t ever stop being a party, even if it’s an early to bed, Ayurvedic one. ♥️🐍
Clothes chosen for comfort, my back pack for cushion, and shoes that wont require a change for any potential gym related visits – but still having so much fun putting it together. Her biggest goal being hanging with her best friends and living up to their love of hard work and learning. I didn’t actively try to keep her authentic and earnest, or in awe of the stouthearted. She’s that way so far despite having two dick head parents. TBH the absence of a first day blow-out or girl gang uniform weaponized for dominance was something I never expected. Truly thought I’d have daughters that were absolute c*nts. Instead, I got 11 years of a funny, wistful, open-hearted, food and serums maven. And Louis… And while I *know*she will change, I have to boast while I’ve got it. So for now, here sits my digital shrine to sweet Cecilia on her first day of middle school. Long may she benevolently reign. (But also totes here if she ever needs guidance going full c*nt mode 💅🏼👙🛍️)
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My car ✔️ My jacket ✔️ My plan for a Beastie Boys indoctrination ✔️✔️
Tres Leches
Mon doux Delphine 🧜🏻♀️
Embodiment of patience 🌕
One of each, please
Really putting the ocean into perspective. I’m either trying to do that or pull a Julee Cruise with our generation’s John William Waterhouse. Unclear. Neither worked.
