nana.

nananananananananana.
sometimes when i say her name i keep saying it my head.
she was captain of her high school volleyball team.

when i was in high school she tried to convince me she was the inspiration for THE rosie the riveter.

i can totally see it.
nana

seriously, you aren’t seeing her from 15 years ago, when i was 15 years old and she taught me about hospitality, how to cook, how to say go f**k yourself in italian. she’s where i get my sailor mouth and ferocity. and when she falls asleep while i’m talking to her
nana napping

i work on this amazing book i’m reading
visiting tabor hills

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