She’s his lil demonic sugar baby

a note to all of my friends and the people i message.

i might not reply much. i’m applying for colleges soon and have a job...i am apart of a split family with many things to do in a week. i just recently lost my great uncle and we are all coping...i try, when i remember, to update everyone.

today was a really hard day for me.

i don’t message you guys out of spite or because i’m ignoring you...i literally have a packed schedule and I apologize for not updating. i love and appreciate every single one of you— continuously send me pictures of your creations, sims and life updates. and if you need me, i will always be here. i’m not leaving, but sort of like a hiatus. thank you.

much love,

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me removing my cat from the kitchen counter

During the most poor and homeless period of my life, I had a lot of people get angry with me because I spent $25 on Bath and Body Works candles during a sale. They couldn’t comprehend why the hell I would do that when I had been fighting for months to try and get us on our feet, afford food, and have an apartment to live in.

Those candles were placed beside wherever I slept that night. In the morning, I would move them and set them wherever I’d have to hang out. At one point I carried one around in my purse - one of those big honking 3-wick candles. I never lit them, but I’d open them and smell them a lot.

I credit that purchase with a lot of my drive that got me to where I am today. I had been working tirelessly, 15+ hour days with barely any reward, constantly on the phone or trying to deal with organizations and associations to “get help at”. It’d gone on for almost a year by the end of it, and I was so burnt out, to the point that I would shake 24/7. But I could get a bit of relief from my 3-wick “upper middle class lifestyle” candles. They represented my future goals, my home I wanted to decorate, and how I would one day not be in this mess anymore.

When we moved into the apartment, and our financial status improved, I burned those candles every single day. When they were empty, I cleaned them out, stuck labels on them, and they became the starting point of my really cute organization system I had ALWAYS planned to have.

So whenever I hear about someone very poor getting themselves a treat - maybe it’s Starbucks, maybe it’s a home deco item, maybe it’s a video game… I don’t judge them. I get it. I get that you can’t go without anything for that long without it making you go crazy. You need to pull some joy, inspiration, and motivation from somewhere.

what the hell is going on with the whole iamfish blog and their twitter?

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Scarface 1983

you can unfollow me but you can’t un-read my posts so really i’m the winner here

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MY BABY GIRLS

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@wherethewhildesroam

this is legit my WIP of a family, and they stole it..?

i’m not the type to call you out, but this is MY plot down to where they live and where they moved from...be original. Don’t steal my shit.

The real account (with the original ideas) are my OWN account for Ramona @wherethewhildeonesroam

everyone is saying simblr is dying but maybe people are leaving because there's this constant pressure to always be posting, always be interacting, always be available... we're all humans, not machines. it's normal for your interest and inspiration to come in waves, and no one should feel like simblr has to be all-or-nothing. post what you want, when you want, and don't stress about being consistent -- it's a hobby, not a job!

MY BABY GIRL!

Quinn! 🦊

New Beginnings

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Introducing the Whilde family!

also, the basket picture is inspired by @runwiththewolfes post on her lovely blog!

New Beginnings

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🧡🦇Spooky Coco🦇 🧡

Hope everyone is having a safe and happy Halloween!

From, Dax, Candy, Jess and Coco-bean.

@sugarcubepixels

Two peas in a demented pod

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