The Unstartled Steppes of Dream
I am Ashley.
This is my personal blog. If you want just marine biology, go here.
I love the world; I really don't like people.
I balance all this animosity towards the human race with being an almost always kind and gentle being to all creatures.
I'm highly introverted and nature is my primary escape from people.
Creepy-crawly-slimy things are my favorites. Dinosaurs are fantastic.
Future marine biologist; presently an amateur entomologist, ichthyologist, artist, biologist, and writer.
Literature, video game, and music connoisseur.
I'm so full of passion for the world that it hurts.
I think a lot, I laugh a lot, I love a lot.
Almost none of the photos are mine and only some of the drawings are mine.
Listen in.
I have really mixed feelings about invasive species control. On the one hand, I don’t want the natural flora and fauna of an environment to be upset by an introduced species, so it would be beneficial to eliminate invasive species wherever possible. On the other hand, I don’t want to justify the genocide of hundreds of thousands of organisms by mankind that (in about 95% of cases) were introduced to the area by mankind to begin with.
I’m torn between this “I want this environment to stay pristine and perfect without these evil invasive species coming in!” feeling and the cliched “You made your bed, now lie in it” sentiment.
Humans are the most efficient invasive species to have ever existed.
I personally don’t believe in romantic love, I don’t think there are any people that are compatible with each other enough to stay together through their whole lives; maybe that makes me the worst person possible to give an opinion on love, but I find I have strong opinions about this thing I don’t believe in. To me, saying love is blind means that you can find anyone and love them. Even if you’re with someone else, if the person that you’re supposed to love isn’t around, you can and will find a way to show that love in some way to someone else, because we [as humans] can’t keep those feelings and emotions to ourselves. There’s a reason that people claim to want to shout about it from the rooftops when they think they’re in love, and I think that reason is because we are incapable of holding in a feeling like “love.” I am not saying this as a justification for cheating, because I don’t think there is ever any excuse for cheating, but I think that when we’re away from the one we “love” and we’re feeling this swell of emotions, we can find someone to shower with attention and affection. In that way, love is blind. Love does not discriminate among people whom we do not want romantically, it can just flow from us onto the people at our disposal.
So fragile. To the people mourning the loss of Taylor Fleming and everyone mourning the loss of any and all loved ones, my thoughts and prayers are with you all. Stay strong, beautiful creatures.
