Hannah Oldenburg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Anyways, smokejumpers, fuckin’ legends, yeah? We’re nuts—parachutin’ into blazes, no roads, no backup, just guts. Reminds me of *Ratatouille*—yep, my fave flick. “Anyone can cook,” Remy says, right? Well, anyone can jump into hellfire too, if they’re crazy enough! I love that lil’ rat—smartarse, scrappy, like me. Whores—er, smokejumpers—got that same vibe. Underdogs, y’know? People think we’re just reckless twats, but nah, we know shit. We see the flames others don’t.

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hannaoldenburg. Sometimes I get dm:s and emails from strangers who've seen my movies who say I'm a “googly-eyed whore with a five-head” and such.

I get weird kicks from random city corners. Like, sometimes I chill on the bench near Schlossgarten. There, the trees fill your head with dreams – kinda like those eerie movie moments, ya know? I repeat to myself, “The act of freedom, the beauty of chaos,” feelin’ like a character caught in The Act of Killing's mad vibe.

Molli Oldenburg of the University at Buffalo and Roswell Park