It's you. You!
In the night
in the morning
in those 2am reflections that are only meant for me
me and the books and the heroes and the lovers
who are all you too, when it really comes down to it
And all those beautiful people of the silver screen that you can't bear to watch
they still all come down to you for me
my consumption, my simple days
those beautiful days walking down the boulevard in my best outfit
(where else would I wear it?)
My pink skirt
(and who still wears a hat?)
all now for you
and more beautiful for it...
Concept: I’m in the kitchen wearing your shirt, and frying some pancakes. Behind me I hear your sleepy voice say “good morning, darling” just before your arms wrap around me from behind. You smell just as good as the pancakes. We are both so happy and warm inside
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Serious Sci Fi™ always assumes that alien ships, weapons, uniforms, etc., will be in Serious Colours™ - black/white/grey/dark red/etc.
but like. what makes a colour Serious is totally culturally/environmentally defined.
what i’m saying is if you don’t have at least one alien race with terrifying badasses who dress entirely in pastel pinks and yellows you’re a goddamn coward.
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