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You know who this beautiful bastard is? He’s Darwin, he’s a moth..
Unfortunately, Darwin’s story’s a sad tale and I doubt will have a happy ending…You see, when Darwin crawled out of his cocoon, blinking into this new world, he didn’t know the dangers that lay in wait for him, dangers which take the form of Cassy, my cat. I wish I knew, I wish I could have stopped her; I wasn’t prepared. Darwin’s okay, though his wings are battered, luckily Silk Worm Moths can’t fly anyway, so he’s not missing out.. though unfortunately…
…Darwin’s kind do a mating dance with their wings, to attract a mate.. and if you’re not counting the two of his friends who’re still in cocoons (I don’t know if there’s a 100% survival rate with cocoons, hopefully they’ll emerge), Darwin only has two other friends, Isaac and Alistar..
Alistar and Isaac have paired off, because Alistar has big beautiful wings..
but here’s the big point
do you see what Darwin’s doing there? He’s flapping his motherfucking wings. He’s not crying to himself in the corner, he’s not eating ice-cream sat in front of Moulin Rouge. He’s getting out there and he’s doing a fucking mating dance.. he’d fucking flapping his wings.. unless Isaac’s a whore, or unless the other cocoons hatch a friend who’s interested in him in the next couple of days before he dies, no one’s coming for Darwin… there’ll be no legacy for him to leave…
I think we can all learn something from Darwin, we all can learn something about never giving up, even when we feel like there’s no other option.
Darwin the moth - Survival of the fittest.
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Photo reblogged from Song of Colour
Felt the need to post this because it’s quite possibly one of my favourite pictures of him and I just love him ok? »;
