everything is confusing. i don’t know what i want but i guess that’s okay.
( leaves look red in autumn because the chlorophyll in them is deconstructing. they aren’t really green that’s just the colour of the light they reflect. i feel like that’s so very curious. there’s something about biology, the living world. it’s not as strange as we thought it was so many years ago but it’s not as simple as we think it to be when we don’t think about it at all.)
true colours run deep within the veins of every leaf, but its only when it's insides are being ripped apart that they show.
this is not a paradox, this is the way the universe tells us who we are.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
everything is confusing. i don’t know what i want but i guess that’s okay.
( leaves look red in autumn because the chlorophyll in them is deconstructing. they aren’t really green that’s just the colour of the light they reflect. i feel like that’s so very curious. there’s something about biology, the living world. it’s not as strange as we thought it was so many years ago but it’s not as simple as we think it to be when we don’t think about it at all.)
true colours run deep within the veins of every leaf, but its only when it's insides are being ripped apart that they show.
this is not a paradox, this is the way the universe tells us who we are.
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