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Hi. I'm Nina. I yak, I take (mostly bad) pictures, and sometimes I knit.
Nina is a childhood nickname, not my real name. But you probably already knew that.
(for chronicfail)
Totally just bit into a chicken wing from downstairs while thinking it was a potato wedge. OW.
A fetching double rainbow outside work, which would be prettier without a large Census in the way.
GAHHHHH THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER
SRSLY
STOMP STOMP STOMP
heylabodega:fishy:(oldfilmsflicker:judesan)
“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.”
“First Lieutenant Jimmy Cross carried letters from a girl named Martha, a junior at Mount Sebastian College in New Jersey.”
“Tonight I’ve been thinking about the mosaic Hope gave me the night she U-Hauled ass out of Pineville.”
“Nothing in this book is true.”
“We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee, in the time that I lived there so successfully disguised to myself as a child.”
(HURR I am so Tennesseean that it’s even in my books)
Yesssssss. I’ve only wanted Tennessee to have black alternate jerseys for, uh, my entire life.
Winning games is good too, guys! Can we try more of that?