Joana

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imagine traveling light-years only for some teenage boy with a megaphone to tell you to leave and you actually do

Kaia ran into her dad at the library and got mad because this man could not pretend to care about her for FIVE minutes

Julianne Easton: shy, excitable, computer whiz Vincent Easton: flirty, kleptomaniac, rebellious, virtuoso

"cigarettes seemed like the worst habit a person could have" girl the bar was in hell and he still limboed under it

surely this sweet little girl has many happy years ahead of her, right? right?

they're going to be okay [EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER]

She shrugged it off, after all, they still had a snowman to finish.

Little Miss Kaia Hyland may be tiny, but she's already full of adventure.

If that's the kind of articles being put out, the current state of news in Sunset Valley suddenly makes a lot more sense.

This is my founder, Charlotte Hyland, who's currently at Level 5 of the Journalism career and doing really well for herself. Since I've already played quite a bit, the heir has already been born (a girl, daughter of the recently divorced Thornton Wolff), but she will be introduced in later posts. I'm excited to share this save with all, even if I'm ridiculously late.

u/harts4bebe: i liked them when i was younger but in hindsight i think i just didn’t know what music was yet

look at my townies dawg these are all ugly married men

Sunday, May 7th, 1922 The church was quiet and cool this morning, the sunlight falling in long, pale strips across the wooden benches. Guests arrived in waves, all dressed as if for a portrait, and I moved among them in my gown, stiff and heavy, smiling when I should have been smiling. Elliot and I exchanged our vows in front of those gathered, each word deliberate and careful. My now-husband, in a gesture that surprised everyone including myself, chose to hyphenate my name to his, to be Mr. Elliot Nest-Kerrigan, acknowledging the wealth and position my family brings. The ring he slipped upon my finger seemed heavier with that weight, yet no lighter for its gold. The guests murmured their congratulations, smiles wide and polite, while the tables waited with tiers of cake too beautiful to eat, adorned with delicate icing. When Elliot led me to the floor for the first dance, all eyes upon us, I moved as though through water. His hand was firm at my back, guiding me. He looked the picture of pride, but I felt only a strange quiet in my heart. I am now Mrs. Kerrigan. And though the world tells me this is the happiest day of my life, I cannot convince myself it is real.

Saturday, May 6th, 1922 I have always wished to be a wife, to keep a home, to stand respectably beside a husband. It was my dearest ambition since girlhood. And yet I stand here crying. With it so near, I feel such unease. Elliot is steady, dependable, admired by many. Any sensible woman would say I am fortunate indeed. But what if that steadiness turns to coldness? What if, in marrying him, I bind myself to a life where his work is his true love and I am only the keeper of his house? I do not understand why Elliot troubles my spirit so. He gives no offense, no cruelty, no unkind word, and yet I feel a distance I cannot bridge. Nothing in his manner is cruel or careless, and yet my heart will not rest. I am frightened that in the years to come I shall look back upon this night and know I stepped into a life not meant for me. Still, it is too late to turn back. I must carry on.

Friday, September 23rd, 1921 Had dinner with Mr. Nest last night. He spoke at great length of a criminal he pursues, a man called "Dandy", or so I understood. Elliot’s manner grows most animated when his work is the subject, in such moments, he seems to forget the rest of the world. When the evening was finished, he took his leave promptly, with nothing more than a courteous bow. I watched him go and felt a curious emptiness, though I hardly know why. Sometimes, I tell myself Elliot is the sort of man I might learn to love.