being a complete fool with my face and my laugh, my little sister's fingers in my palm. freestyling with no style, to rubber ducky beat boxing. dark chocolate. licking the cake mix bowl with my index finger. back massages. a sunday kind of love. blushing all shades of a crush. singing from the stomach. good pizza. good laughs. trusting someone enough to smile in their prescence. dancing. oh, and sleeping in on rainy days. the animals on my bed (stuffed). beautiful colors. museums... oh, life. bodega icies. nyc public parks in the summer, sprinklers. good films. good soul food.and good souls. boardgames. traveling. and loving.
quarters, nickels, dimes, and pennies.(if you don't get it, we're not suppose to meet.)
i'm a sucker for soul
all sorts.
the idiot box speaks to me depending on the mood.
people i can bite off of.