Vladimir Nabokov My friend, I`m really just sorry... My friend, I'm really just sorry about who, in secret blindness, passing all length of the green alley, just can not notice on leaves the striking network of the streaks and points of the tubercles or even the serrated tracks from saws of the blue-horned slugs.
Sunday, January 12, 2020
Grow up!
Grow up! Stop being so offended at everything that people do, merely because it is not you who are doing their those things! There are people in the world who are not yourself! Get over that! There are people who may not like you, so show some respect for the world. Show some respect for the people who don't like you! Don't get all moulten lava mad ๐ hatred at everyone who don't like you! You are one person! You are only one! Get over yourself and your offence! Only then can you see the joy of being alive!
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