Lola. 31. Edinburgh (although I've just left London after 13 years, and that's a little raw).
My wife is tasseomancyandtiaras, but she doesn't really Tumblr right. We're kitty mamas to Franklin, Orlando and Nora. Our home has views of the sea on one side and views of the castle on the other. It's pretty awesome that way.
Living the femslash life. Singing showtunes basically at any moment when I might cross your mind. High on wanderlust.
If you wanna buy me Starbucks you can do it here and send to divalola AT gmail.com
it doesn’t matter how many “pretend to be dating” fics i read, i’m always fucking in it headfirst every time and i fall for that shit every time. i know the pattern i know the plot twists i know what’s gonna happen but every single fucking time i’m fucking on the edge of my seat wide-eyed whispering like “what’s gonna happen are they gonna fall in love” to myself like of course they are you fucking idiot this happens EVERY TIME but as soon as i see the description and it’s like “x person and x person pretend to do the dating” it’s eternal sunshine of the stupidest fucking mind over here