me, in the year 2040, getting ready for a fancy dinner party, standing in front of my antique gold vanity mirror, wearing a saint laurent f/w 2039 evening gown and cartier diamond earrings, taking a sip of champagne:what did you learn at school today, honey? :-)
my future child, laying on my king-sized bed with burgundy satin sheets:not much, in history we talked about the 2016 election. do you remember any of that?
still can’t believe that someone would write Padme dying from “loosing her will to live” after just having two beautiful babies and meanwhile that burned circus peanut has enough will to survive 100% burning and tripple amputation. only a man could write that bullshit.
