One thing you have to admire about Sims
No prejudice at all on their part.
No Sim hates another because of weight. Or height. Or physical appearance. Or clothes. Ever.
No Sim hates a couple if they happen to be of different colours. Nor does anyone hate gay/lesbian relationships. Or straight.
We may put such things in our stories because in our world, such isn’t true. But the Sims themselves just don’t have that reaction.
But god FUCKING FORBID dat bitch steals a garden gnome, she is on the shit list FOREVER
I think I’m in love but it is so wrong and I know I’m the only one that feels it.
I’d tried to push it out of my mind but everytime I see you I feel it, and then I remember that I’m never going to be good enough and SHE’S the only person you’ll ever want.
literally nothing describes my general attitude toward everything better than this picture
(Source: mew420)
No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.
Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?
Yes
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Oh god it hurts why would you ever
The meteor was coming.
Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.
“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.
“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.
“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.
“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.
“Oh.”
She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.
“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”
“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.”
“How do we play?”
One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.
“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.
“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”
She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.
Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.
what is wrong with you
WOW THANKS FOR SHITTING ALL OVER MY HEART
THERE ARE TEARS IN MY EYES
starting to ship kevin and dynasty oops
