I remember you spoke about a plan to settle Andromeda. I don’t know if your arks made it out of the Milky Way but, the worst has happened here. I’m with Commander Shepard and a brave crew – we’re trying to build a weapon to turn the tide, but…I fear that the civilization you remember, the people of the Milky Way as you knew them could be gone forever. You may be all that’s left. Please don’t forget us. Keep us alive in your hearts, and tell your children of the wonders that once were.
“When the weather gets cold in a few months you will complain about it then, so enjoy this heat”
I will bitch about it now, I will bitch about it then, I will bitch about everything there is ever to bitch about, because guess what, Im a bitch
I feel like this needs to be Seussified.
I will bitch about heat. I will bitch about cold. I will bitch about sunshine, and about growing old.
I will bitch about everything, inside and out. You will find there is nothing I can’t bitch about.
I reblog this every time I see it, because the part that makes this so horrific to me, is that the room is a direct callback to Goodnight Moon. It takes this memory of safety and security and turns it directly upside down and I love it.
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