Jun 21, 2022
@ravensim has a super cute hair coming out soon! The swoopy bangs, the lil sprout at the top of the head...I love. Thank you for letting me stick it on my sweet little pixel angel.
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@ravensim has a super cute hair coming out soon! The swoopy bangs, the lil sprout at the top of the head...I love. Thank you for letting me stick it on my sweet little pixel angel.
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Here to disrupt the peace.
@simsoficeandfire
#testingtesting123 IGNORE THIS POST https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzl5Povlnii/?igshid=cqwrw2hnw08c
Now what in fuck is this
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#paperclay recipe testing #testingtesting123 #paperclayart #experimenting (at Mechanicsville, Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfg9LeGOpNK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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tEsT
Tired. Of myself.
Why do I smile so lopsidedly? Why smile so frequently? Why the desperation?
I’m pathetic. Grasping at straws.
“Can you lend me a pencil?”
“I could.” And my sticky fingers grasp.
“Thanks.” But it never leaves my mouth, because—
“What are you doing?” What am I doing? “I never said I would.”
Maybe I imagined their contempt. Children were candid. But I felt scrutiny, in the planes of their mouths, in lines of their eyes. And all I could do was hurt. Myself.
Forgetful, uncool, paranoid. I didn’t belong in the first place. Them? Friends. Me? Rando. Creep. I can’t call them out for helping someone else, not when I was undesirable. Presumptuous, desperate, lonely.
And urgh--if I could do it again, I wish I could do it again, I would stop. No smiles, no questions, no assumptions. I would sit there, silent, good, and deal. You don’t deserve their help. You don’t deserve their respect. And you certainly don’t deserve their friendship.
Okay?
Stop being an idiot. Stop giving yourself hope.
Be tired. Of yourself.
Clack, clack, clack
A pair of silhouette heels
Tap, tap, tap
Manicured nails drum
Swish
Cards burst forth like a waterfall
Flip, flip, flip
What should she do?
Nystagmus clouds
The eye and mind
Do you ever get super annoyed cuz your sister decided to rip up the pastic tissue covers(likes she always likes to do with thin plastic film) then stopped cuz you remembered a short cilp memory-thing of her once doing it with the most preoccupied and guilty look on her face and now you have decided to not to storm into her room to complain about it AND it has given you motivation to clean the floor of your room?
Yeah. Me neither(totally).