My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Come now, bite through these wires I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
my mom came home from the thrift store nearly in joyful tears and pulled this out of her shopping bag with utter glee
paleontology
my interior decorating goals are that upon entry, any and all minimalists immediately take heavy psychic damage
fire text that says "kill minimalism"
I made a little friend last night
βοΈ BEETLE FRIENDS βοΈ
Beetle friends.
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Woolly Beetle! a bug found in the drylands.
My day was made today by finding this rare gorgeous lad spooding around in some leaf litter and oak shoots. He's habronattus alachua - I've only seen 4 adults and I love them. Sweet little fancy lumps. Enjoy. π₯Ή
8/10/23. N. Florida
N. Florida
u know what makes me cry..... that one van gogh quote about life changing for the better..... βmany people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. and it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, βwhat do i care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.β yes, evil often seems to surpass good. but then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. one morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. and so i must still have hope.β yeah..... Crying....
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