Music. Tea. Justice. (Bitey mad lady with a love of physics, food, and fiction, and a hyper-literate prog rock soundtrack.)
This is the happiest cat alive. I wish I could be one nth as happy as this cat.
Here, have some petite little cats.
They’re petite. Like me.
I despise Buzzfeed as a general rule, and I normally don’t post sappy feel-good shit on principle, but I’m sorry. I couldn’t not.
Cooking with a 3-Year-Old: The Mac & Cheese and Communist Celery Edition (by vlogbrothers)
I am reblogging this entirely for Henry’s comments. This is what happens when a writer has a kid. I love it.
"You don’t want peanut butter on your celery? What are you, a communist?"
"Well, that’s a surprise. But I’m glad you’re politically engaged at your age."