Sleep does not come swiftly to those
like me who sit awake late into the
morning, with nicotine tattooed into
their fingerprints and beer water-falling
down their throat. This has never been
a romantic way to live; a face full of
worry lines way too young, hands
always shaking even without a trigger.

I wonder if you know how your
silence screams in my sleep,
how your face still appears in
these nightmares I so terribly
want to call dreams.

—  claustrophobia // Haley Hendrick 

It was day two at the Medieval Fair, and Halla was having a bit of free time to stroll around and buy something for herself. She’d already found two necklaces and a tiny sculpted dragon to put on her shelf. But she still wanted something more. Her attention was captured by fantasy maps spread on one of the tables. She was definitely going to buy The Lord of The Rings one.

Halla frowned, as a hand with a familiar tattoo on it rotated the map so it was facing her the wrong way. She hadn’t even looked up yet and her stomach was already filled with butterflies.

Halla: “Are you following me, DuRellion?”
Belassan: *Laughs* No. Just good luck.“
Halla: ”…I didn’t know you’d be here today.“
Belassan: "Neither did I. One of my friends is a part of the organizer’s this year. He saw me and asked if I’d be interested in performing today.”
Halla: “Performing?”

That’s when she noticed the guitar case he was carrying on his back. From the many stickers on it, it looked like he’d really seen the world.

Belassan: “Yeah…I have a band. Nothing big, really.”
Halla: “And you…play the guitar?”
Belassan: *Nods* And sing.“

She felt as her heart made a little jump. Sings and plays the guitar…she was going to die.

Halla: "I can’t wait to see you. I mean hear you…and your band.”
Belassan: *Grins* I can’t wait to hear what you think.“


I was tagged by the amazing @xtinkersimsx to do the #nofilter challenge created by @butterfly-tattoo. In my mind, I was going to do this challenge with Dylan and that’s it. The thing is, Dylan literally only has a skin blend.

I then decided to do it with Nyssa, one of the college students I created. She had a lot more going on with her face. Lol. 

I don’t know who to tag right now so I tag anyone who sees this and wants to do it. Just say I tagged you!

Rules: Take a picture of the sim that’s normally associated with your blog (your legacy founder, lead character in your story, etc). Now take away all their cc (except hair, eyebrows, and skin color). Then do a before and after picture.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.