#huzzling

aijasims replied to your photo: Just a picture of my dining nook. I’m such a...

Looks just as awesome as your sim homes! :)

Thank you! :D 

drew-cricket replied to your photo: Just a picture of my dining nook. I’m such a...

You’re Swedish? Why am I not surprised? It seems like all the Swedish simmers I come across are the best designers. I would have said this came out of a magazine before I read the caption.

Yup, I'm a swede. ^^ Swedish simmers have lots of IKEA inspiration just around the corner you know, but thank you! :) 

huzzling replied to your photo: Just a picture of my dining nook. I’m such a...

That’s so beautiful! ♥

Thanks! :D

sallyragdoll replied to your photo: Just a picture of my dining nook. I’m such a...

It’s so fresh and inviting looking. Love it!

Light and fresh, it's a cliché among swedes but I still like it. ^^ Thank you!

aelisc-sims replied to your photo: Just a picture of my dining nook. I’m such a...

So lovely! You’re sure you didn’t cut this picture from an IKEA magazine?

Thanks! I'm pretty sure, though everything is from IKEA. x) It's the only thing one can afford as a student. :P 

noveboracensis reblogged your photo: Just a picture of my dining nook. I’m such a...

order from ikea already!

;DDDD

OH HOLY FUCK! I was wondering who was following me! And then you started off your message like that, and I was like, "WHY DOES THIS STRANGER LOVE ME" x'DDD

FUCK OKAY YOU ASKED FOR THIS

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It was morning. A perfectly fine morning, the sun was shining and the birds were singing. Denmark's coffee was done just the way he liked it, almost all sugar with cream. He grabbed the news paper, just in case someone was around- He wanted to seem like a mature adult.

He walked past the oak dining set that was hand built, bulky but 'fashionable' as the Dane liked to claim. He took steps towards the stair case- Then a surging feeling of pain, samilar to one of getting your foot cut in half with a butter knife. 

Denmark couldn't help the yelp that escaped his mouth- 'FANDEN,' He chanted as he hopped around on his good food. He brought his injured foot up, noticing a faint red mark. He looked down and saw the enemy- A mother fucking lego. 

He glared at the small child's toy, using his injured foot to kick it away.

Sometimes, he mother fucking hated Legos.