..when not dyeing my hair in the blood of my enemies..
Note: this tumblr is run by a twenty-four year old barista whose passion for coffee is only rivaled by her passion for paleontology, creepy crawlies, precious meat noodles, omnomnoms, mythology, science, nature, travel, and books books glorious books.
Upon further excavation, you will find that I often percolated uncontrollably about: dinosaurs, coffee, isopods, prehistoric life in general, Angry Beavers, reptiles (particularly geckos and snakes of various breeds), fashion, art, food food glorious food, books, precious invertebrates, writing, zombies, Futurama, illustration, frillies, snuggly things, World Of Warcraft, all manners of mythology and/or lore, anime, Science, cutiepoofs, kindness, cartoons, culture, History, nature, character design/world building, tentacles, cryptozoology, latte art, alpacas, Pokemon, ferrets, Studio Ghibli, b-rated horror movies, clay, cowboy boots, tattoos, and faraway cabins I wish to hide away in for the rest of my days, amongst other this and thats!
"When I got my first cat, it changed me. There is something about holding a cat that makes your anger melt away. And if someone does something that upsets me—I have to remember my cat. I can’t keep my cat if I get into trouble.”
"I asked if Major Cabanaw had concerns for the safety of the cats. “Of course, we always want to ensure the safety of the cats, and the staff is great about keeping an eye out for them. But mostly, it’s the offenders keeping them safe. I have never once seen an offender kill his own cat. We screen them to be sure they have no history of animal abuse. But I’ll tell you this, there was a guy killed in here because he had spit soda pop onto someone else’s cat.”"