My heart is a little silk pink heart buried underneath many, many, many layers of black velvet.

White rice made the dominican way, soft kitty fur, learning how to do new things, a new class where everyone is excited to learn, all black outfits with a pop of red, fenty lip gloss.

Sunny days without the beach, seafood, the feeling of terracotta on my nails, waiting for packages, boring interfaces, dead batteries

The Met cloisters, smoking a cigarette in the back of an anime rave, the office of a random start-up company, observing an interaction to ponder later. And here on the internet