My name is Hánna, which does not rhyme with banana (weird). I dabble in photography, stupidass poetry, and other random nonsense. Also, I like mangoes.
"I just couldn’t understand why I have more hands than times I’ve seen men cry. More fingers than people I trust. Maybe it’s because my father raised me more honest than kind. Said ‘…there ain’t too much room for feeling things in a world that boxes twelve dirty rounds with your dreams…’"