sometimes it feels like all i need is a slithery silk shirt that glances silver with my every movement and some silver hardware and heels that barely support my feet, then i could jet off to the moon and dance in space where i meet a really cool galactic city and ooh how psychedelic it all sounds…
sorry. looking at these pictures for too long can sometimes lead to semi-delusional, semi-coherent rants. but these perfect sun rays making crescent-shaped haloes around me and this otherworldly silver shirt really triggered my alter ego which, uh, seems to have a penchant for escapism and cosmos tourism.
and yes, cosmos tourism should totally be a thing.