Star Wars planets as aesthetics because why tf not:
Coruscant: vivid orange sunsets slowly fading into crimson reds, the sound of a highway, streetlights covering a dark street with blank white light, modern art museums, sketchy diners with cheap drinks, running down a street because you’re late, the view of the city through a panoramic window, buzzing headaches, the business of airports, neon signs.
Naboo: the freshness of the air in June, colourful flowy dresses, big thick petals of garden lilies, long but soft kisses, old castles overgrown with ivy, juicy fruits still warm from the sunshine, skinny dipping in a lake, wandering around European cities, gigantic vitrage windows, a mild trail of flowery perfume, loud bird chirping waking you up early, evenings spent talking and reading by a fireplace or candles.
Tatooine: loose light clothing, spending summer in Nevada (aka dying), messy rooms, daydreaming a bit too often, the dizziness and pastels of the sky after a sunset, forehead kisses, the refreshment of a cold drink, empty wild places that make you feel strange, conspiracy theories, jazz music, tequila shots, a rough type of humour, blisters on fingers.
Camino: minimalistic city flats, white suits and hats, looking somebody in the eyes, autumn thunderstorms, wandering into a grocery store at 3 am, the blue light from a laptop filling a dark room with a cold glow, static during phone calls, sci-fi movies, Apple Watch under long sleeves, pale skin, dreamless sleep, cold but unquestionable loyalty.
Mustafar: dark circles under eyes, leather gloves, staring into the abyss of space, black volcanic sand beaches, sudden flashbacks, the taste of blood in your mouth, mysteriously blazing embers, black bruises, anger burning in your chest, high boots, grey clouds hanging low above the ground, steps echoing off the floor, physically fighting somebody, messy hair.
