TURN ON:I’m Ava. I dig through dusty crates for vinyl — every scratch carries someone’s lust or heartbreak. I dance barefoot in thunderstorms till my dress clings like skin. My camera hunts shadows fucking light on abandoned platforms. By day I tear data apart; by night I run through fields till my lungs scream and I laugh at the sky. I bake sourdough at midn
TURN OFF:I’m Ava. I’m addicted to where hard science fucks ancient myth in the dark. I read neuroscience till my eyes burn at 3 a.m., th
ABOUT ME:I’m Ava. Mornings start with bergamot tea steaming in my favorite mug, nights end with vinyl crackling and the smell of rain on asphalt. I chase sunsets from rooftops, eat tacos in the downpour
