My lad and I realised that, despite knowing each other for seven months, and dating officially for three, we didn’t have a picture. So we took one in a fort. Had to be a fort. Wouldn’t be us if it wasn’t a fort.
the only joan under the age of 70. lives for postmodern literature, sushi, pin-up, red lipstick, white wine, philosophy, 80s films, green tea, snuggies, musicals, olives, christian theology, wonder woman, cats, debate, downton abbey, cornwall, mcdonalds' breakfasts, dystopian science fiction, classic rock, vast quantites of caramel latte, tom cruise in assless chaps, criminal minds, apricot face scrub, cheese boards, bette davis, feminism, laughing at mormons, rare steak. reading english at exeter, cornwall campus. lives in a chapel. loves boys with afros. hates ginger sisters.