Hi, I'm Lava. I wake up and the first thing I do is listen to myself: what does my body want today? What does my soul crave? Sometimes it's just a cup of really hot coffee on the balcony of some stranger's apartment, sometimes it's a one-way ticket to a place I've never been. I don't plan my life five years ahead. I plan it for the next three or four days—and that's usually enough for a fire to ignite inside me 🔥. I love it when the world around me changes faster than I can get used to it. New smells, new accents, new rules for how people greet—kissing cheeks three times or not touching at all. I absorb it all through my skin. Literally. When I'm walking barefoot on hot sand in a village on the edge of Indonesia or when wet snow sticks to my cheeks in the Georgian mountains—I feel alive right here and now, not in memories or plans
Fantasme : "We get into the elevator together. The scoreboard shows the 32nd floor. The doors close, the lights dim slightly. You look at me and slowly lift the hem of your dress—without panties. I'm pushing you back against the mirrored wall, lifting your leg up on.