june bugs make me so fucking sad man
they’re not supposed to be living like this.
they’re supposed to waddle around through swaths of soft moss and wet leaves. not die of exhaustion on pavement.
they’re supposed to bonk their little heads into trees and stick to the bark, not fly into windows and streetlights and chain-link fences.
they’re supposed to get it on good in the beauty of mother’s nature for what small time they have to live, and return to the earth through the soils and the bird and the ants.
not be a smear on the highway or the sole of a shoe.
god fucking damnit i hate this miserable human world














