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—i like the sims!—
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then i went through like…some sort of sims identity crisis and wanted my sims to look like all the fancy asian creator’s but hey look, big eyes! 
and then there was this phase i went through when i decided to radically change how i made my Sims LOL yeah no difference really but at the time I was like I AM LE VISIONARY 
hey guys guess who just found a folder of really early sims 2 sims and since it’s 4 in the morning has nothing better to do than to share LOL I was such a dodo :X
Anonymous asked : you should post your crushes - you never do D:
haha, i don’t for a reason because…i dunno it makes me feel weird. i honestly don’t like a whole lot of things really so it doesn’t reflect a lot of my favourite blogs and i’d feel bad >__>. i can tell you my top three though, three that i do love!! shockshame - 8% starcrossedamateurs - 5% nergoelle - 4% — i must say
it has been nice chatting with a few of you tonight! so remember my askbox is always open and you are free to add me to skype/msn so that we can be BEST FRIENDS. 
I comfort her in the way I’ve been longing to be comforted - by simple human touch. She doesn’t protest when I take her into my arms, instead staring up at me with dewy eyes as the tears begin to wane. “They will Brayker. I can’t go home.” “Then don’t. Stay.” “They’ll find me, Brayker.” “We can run away.” I meant it too. If she so much as said the word we could be out the door, braving the storm in my beat up car with nothing but a couple of bucks in the ashtray and a radio that cut out from the smallest of bumps. We’d go nowhere in particular - just anywhere but here. She laughs, a grin cracking her face as she wraps her hands around my back and draws herself closer. Then she’s serious, peering up at me through a curtain of long, wet lashes. “I wish things were that easy,” she said meekly, resting her forehead against mine. “It would be so nice, wouldn’t it?” “Yeah, it would.” Her head rests against my collarbones, a slight grin tugging at her lips once again despite the tears still hanging in her eyes. I decide to do it then, to just say it. Without thinking I open my mouth and tell her I love her, that I think I have for a while. All she does is smile and tells me to prove it. I try to avert my eyes when I see that she’s starting to pull off the soaking wet dress, but she doesn’t care when I do look. As she tosses it to the ground I offer her one of my shirts and she doesn’t answer, empty eyes staring down at the floor. “I can’t stop replaying it,” she whispered, head still hanging in a way that strikes me as almost shameful. Her blonde hair falls nearly to her hips in damp, messy waves that hide her face. “I know.” The mixture of emotions I felt then were hard to pinpoint, but all of them platonic as I sat back down in front of the fireplace and pulled her down next to me. Sobs wrack her entire body again, soaking the shoulder that her face rests on. “I just feel so guilty, Brayker. I feel like I could have done something, anything, but instead I stood there uselessly and watched.” I try to keep my face stoic, my voice strong like she needs it to be. “Doesn’t work like that, Ev. Nothin’ we could have done.” But I had been telling myself the complete opposite. “My parents caught me out too. They won’t even let me go to school. They’re going to kill me, Brayker.” Words fail her as she chokes up, tears glittering down her face from the light of the fire. I let her cry, knowing nothing I could say would offer her a whole lot of comfort anyways. I’m wasn’t good with words like she was, couldn’t string them together into spoken songs. All I can do is be a stone, sturdy and strong as I keep back the tears that threaten to spill from my eyes. 
She shows up Friday. It’s pouring, rain battering the roof and likely leaking in my room upstairs. I mistake the pounding on the door for the rumble of thunder -brontide. I can’t tell what are tears and what is rain as she stumbles into the living room, soaking wet straight to the bone. I’ve never seen her cry like she was - uncontrollable, hysterical sobbing as she begs me to let her stay the night with me. “Evelyn, you don’t even need to ask,” I say, taking her into my arms and shutting the door behind her. I lock it too. Never locked the door before that night. 
Seven nights came with teeth bared and found me alone in my living room, watching the flames in the fireplace die down to embers. I functioned unsteadily, hands shaking with daily tasks like buttering bread and tying my shoes. For once I longed for my father to come home, to just be there. I lied to myself, telling myself that if he were here he’d fill the empty spaces of the house with his boisterous laugh, a laugh I could only recall from childhood. Laughter I hadn’t heard since he saw what he saw. I started to understand my father that summer. I had always wanted to get away from that stupid hole in the earth, but I finally understood why he always wanted to disappear. simminglystrange replied to your post: if you guys want to chat outside of ask box ugh, skype. ur 2 cool 4 skype aren’t you OF COURSE i also have msn GUYS JUST SAYIN THERE IS NO EXCUSE NOT TO TALK TO ME NOW incoherentsimming replied to your post: if you guys want to chat outside of ask box i might add you or is that weird :c i don’t like talking on tumblr :’D nope, add away! i put it up so that people wouldn’t have to feel weird about asking - instead could just go right ahead! yourmamaisallama replied to your post: if you guys want to chat outside of ask box Do you have a separate RDJ gif folder too because if so I love you it may be possible sushimilk replied to your post: if you guys want to chat outside of ask box adding now :) got you! :D and if you do add me and i’m not talking right away it’s just because i’m writing an update, hahah. — if you guys want to chat outside of ask box
i created a separate skype for simblr (and i never use my personal anyways XD) so add me @ hilr0y i’ll be online all night
hahah, but that’s the problem - I am the same! I swear once someone talks to me it’s like OH HELLO but otherwise I could never speak first >__>
I don’t mean to! but haha yeah, I don’t MIND answering things when people need help but when they are like “hey how do I make poses?” I’m just like…GO AWEY
have you read all the available tutorials on how to dougie — just wanted to say
two things, actually |
bahah, it’s baby micky! i used him in my first sims editing contest - that i won! heheh.
too bad i lost my tablet pen >__>