so tonight my philosophy professor had these nasty bruises all over her arms and she stopped mid-lecture to say “sorry you guys have to look at my bruised-up body, my friend brought a stripper pole over for thanksgiving and that shit is not easy. tip your strippers. tip your strippers well” and then immediately kept talking about philosophy
#fuck yeah plants
photosynthetic colour change. photos (click pic) by: 1. justin schmauser; 2. torsten silz; 3. zoomboy1; 4. justin schmauser; 5. anymotion; 6. jim bolden sr.; 7. jaqueline d’ella; 8. zoomboy1: 9. justin schmauser; 10. alister c.
Fall is coming to an end, the sun sinks lower every day, and the chill of early winter has fallen across much of the northern hemisphere.
That means that, in places where leaves actually change color (AKA “not in Austin, where I live”), green has long given way to fiery reds and oranges, and that fire has since fallen to the ground, extinguished by garden rakes or decomposition, or blown out by brisk winds.
Hold on to these macro photos of color-changing leaves as a memory of the passing season. As the days have grown shorter, these plants have stopped producing as much green chlorophyll, and their carotenoids and anthocyanins shine through in bright canary and deep vermillion hues. You can also observe their veins, weaving beneath the leaf’s scaly epidermis, cutting cracks like a drying desert pond.
Here’s a less poetic diagram:
This is the beauty that lies in knowing, the science in the details, the wonder of the changing seasons.
"I’m doing what a 23 year-old should be doing, which is going home and hanging out with my friend, who, when I tell her to unload the dishes, will tell me to go screw myself. I like to keep living in reality."
I’m confused because, while they all are angry, some are giving us sympathetic pats on the shoulder, and Johanna Mason actually stops to straighten my pearl necklace. “Make him pay for it, okay?” she says.
(Source: johanakatniss, via meganfuckingrapinoe)