Zebra Jumping Spider- These tiny little shits might just be my favorite.
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Thank you all to you don’t unfollow me.
So, I understand noone noticed that I don’t was here, right?
Another beautiful spider web from this morning. All the webs around here are so neat and I admire the hell out of them.
Идиотская привычка каждый раз писать на запотевшем зеркале “come and see”. Словно это поможет…
People who can be themselves or someone else who they want. People who are confident. People who are so easy to decide something. All those who at least makes an impression of this.
I admire them.
I envy them.
I hate them!
And I hate myself.
I can’t do anything. I can’t create anything.
I bring to people no happiness. Only void. Emptiness. And many, many sarcasm.
People don’t love me. And I understand them.
I’m stupid. Ugly. Arrogant. I can’t control myself.
Sometimes I think of those who communicate with me. Why do they continue do this.
If I hadn’t was so cowardly, I would have committed suicide.
It would be better for world. But I can’t do even that!
Nothing like a volcanic eruption to inspire awe at how fragile our existence is on this wild and gorgeous planet.
