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Happy Selfie Sunday (okay it’s Monday now xD)!
I’m going to bed, my eyebags and I wish you a great night and a wonderful week. ^-^

Happy Selfie Sunday (okay it’s Monday now xD)!

I’m going to bed, my eyebags and I wish you a great night and a wonderful week. ^-^


Oh great, she’s taking a picture again…

Oh great, she’s taking a picture again…

Such a pretty photo face. I definitely have to post it!

Such a pretty photo face. I definitely have to post it!

Sometimes I’ve got the feeling to be the only person on earth who doesn’t know if I should be excited to “The Sims 4” or not. In fact I’m not really excited and I don’t expect anything. I haven’t read any article about the gameplay and only watched a few videos. And I only know the rumors of the game from others. Ah, okay… at least I’ve tested the CAS demo and I really don’t know to think about it.
But I know me… I think sometime I’ll probably buy “The Sims 4” just because!

Sometimes I’ve got the feeling to be the only person on earth who doesn’t know if I should be excited to “The Sims 4” or not. In fact I’m not really excited and I don’t expect anything. I haven’t read any article about the gameplay and only watched a few videos. And I only know the rumors of the game from others. Ah, okay… at least I’ve tested the CAS demo and I really don’t know to think about it.

But I know me… I think sometime I’ll probably buy “The Sims 4” just because!

joes-stuff:

Click for HQ on the Second Picture.

Heyhoo i’m finally sharing my INS3 Dry Lips edit.

What did i edited?

I just edited the Curves so they work better on Pale Sims and i also edited the Mask so you can make something like gradient Lips (idk how is it called).

TOU:

There’s none except: Please if you make anything with them Credit INS3. Like these Textures are original by them, i just editet them.

Credits:

Ephemera for some parts on the mask and INS3 for the original Lipstick

D O W N L O A D

plumb-bombs:

Available for all ages the hair was released for originally. Disabled for random. Cloned. Compressed. Custom Thumbnails. 

Anonymous sent: Yaaaah #StylischesOutfit #WillkommenimClub # Coolnesspur #Manmerkmiristlangweilignicht?

misosoupy:

~ Miso’s Birthday Gift ~

This is how I celebrate my birthday: Giving my lovely followers a nice gift~! I’ve also reached a pretty insane follower goal of mine which I’m so very thankful for. In this gift there are two things for you…

First is a Heart Cut-out Top which was just an edit of Katy Perry’s sweet treats cat-suit thingy. It is re-colourable with 1 channel and comes in two flavours. Long sleeved or Short Sleeved. 

Download:

[Miso] Heart Cut-out top Long sleeved.simpack

[Miso] Heart Cut-out top Long sleeved.package

Next is a set of patterns inspired from fashion pictures found around the interwebs and some vary in size. Each pattern was hand drawn by me and are re-colourable. Unfortunately they are only available as simpacks. They are zipped up and ready to go so you’ll need a program to unpack them. 

Download:

[Miso] Birthday Pattern Set.Rar

Edit: The dress used to show the patterns is by Modish-Kitten found here!

Top Mesh and Texture by EA

Edited by Miso

Patterns by Miso

T.O.U applies

simshairs:


Skysims 193 hairstyle retextured by Plumb Bombs - Sims Hairs

http://simshairs.com/skysims-193-hairstyle-retextured-by-plumb-bombs/

simshairs:

Skysims 193 hairstyle retextured by Plumb Bombs - Sims Hairs

http://simshairs.com/skysims-193-hairstyle-retextured-by-plumb-bombs/

Okay, I wrote a short story for a competition… in English this time. And I took a picture for that. My English isn’t very well but it was like a personal competition for me.

Farewell
Pictures over pictures appears in my mind. A movie is playing for free and the naïve, younger me is the main character.
A wreath of sunrays shone around his grey turned hair. He looked at me and smiled softly when he noticed how I’ve enjoyed his music the whole time. My lips opened slowly and I laughed happily at him. I looked at his skinny and elegant fingers which seems to dance on the keys of his beloved piano.
I’ve never met my grandmother because she died early. Because of that I’ve believed that my grandfather contacts her with this instrument and his magical melodies in heaven. In my dreams she sat on a cloud and listened to his music touched like me.
It’s okay, everything will be okay. Sometime, somewhere but not today. Today is the day to look back and to be sad, you can’t be as happy as you wish every day. That’s the truth of my life.
Exactly, one week ago I’ve spend the whole night awake on my grandfather’s piano. His music played in my head, I was depressed that my music wasn’t able to compare with his unique sound. The memory is too strong. His melodies were full of unbelievable feelings before he lost himself to dementia. But I wanted to play a song for him just once, to give a bit of his true self back to him. Just once I wanted to be a granddaughter he could be proud of. On the next morning my parents got a call from the nursing home. With their sad faces I’ve realized that I’ll never be able to play any song for him. He’s gone forever.
It’s my fault, it must be my fault. I wasn’t able to play his music and I won’t see his gentle smile or the small golden spots in his brown eyes and I won’t hear the sound of his voice again. Never again.
My chance left with him hand in hand to death. My chance to tell him how important he’s to me, he ever was. Has he known that? The feelings of his only granddaughter? The granddaughter who isn’t able to speak about her true feelings or to show them to anyone? What a fool I am. I only look at the brown coffin where he has to be and fight against the upcoming tears.
It’s so small. Is he really lying in it? Without taking any breath? My parents decided to close the coffin, it’s like a bad joke to me. They can’t be serious that he’s gone. There must be a fault… It can’t be right…
No, not in public. Time is going on and has only stopped for him. I’m not able to breathe and my eyes are burning. I’ll not cry in front of everyone, I have to be strong. But for whom? For my parents? Or just for me?

Everything becomes blurred, I close my eyes and my head fell slowly on my mother’s shoulder . I can’t stand it any longer. My cheeks get finally wet with warm tears and she hides my face in her black coat. He must be really gone.

Okay, I wrote a short story for a competition… in English this time. And I took a picture for that. My English isn’t very well but it was like a personal competition for me.

Farewell

Pictures over pictures appears in my mind. A movie is playing for free and the naïve, younger me is the main character.

A wreath of sunrays shone around his grey turned hair. He looked at me and smiled softly when he noticed how I’ve enjoyed his music the whole time. My lips opened slowly and I laughed happily at him. I looked at his skinny and elegant fingers which seems to dance on the keys of his beloved piano.

I’ve never met my grandmother because she died early. Because of that I’ve believed that my grandfather contacts her with this instrument and his magical melodies in heaven. In my dreams she sat on a cloud and listened to his music touched like me.

It’s okay, everything will be okay. Sometime, somewhere but not today. Today is the day to look back and to be sad, you can’t be as happy as you wish every day. That’s the truth of my life.

Exactly, one week ago I’ve spend the whole night awake on my grandfather’s piano. His music played in my head, I was depressed that my music wasn’t able to compare with his unique sound. The memory is too strong. His melodies were full of unbelievable feelings before he lost himself to dementia. But I wanted to play a song for him just once, to give a bit of his true self back to him. Just once I wanted to be a granddaughter he could be proud of. On the next morning my parents got a call from the nursing home. With their sad faces I’ve realized that I’ll never be able to play any song for him. He’s gone forever.

It’s my fault, it must be my fault. I wasn’t able to play his music and I won’t see his gentle smile or the small golden spots in his brown eyes and I won’t hear the sound of his voice again. Never again.

My chance left with him hand in hand to death. My chance to tell him how important he’s to me, he ever was. Has he known that? The feelings of his only granddaughter? The granddaughter who isn’t able to speak about her true feelings or to show them to anyone? What a fool I am. I only look at the brown coffin where he has to be and fight against the upcoming tears.

It’s so small. Is he really lying in it? Without taking any breath? My parents decided to close the coffin, it’s like a bad joke to me. They can’t be serious that he’s gone. There must be a fault… It can’t be right…

No, not in public. Time is going on and has only stopped for him. I’m not able to breathe and my eyes are burning. I’ll not cry in front of everyone, I have to be strong. But for whom? For my parents? Or just for me?

Everything becomes blurred, I close my eyes and my head fell slowly on my mother’s shoulder . I can’t stand it any longer. My cheeks get finally wet with warm tears and she hides my face in her black coat. He must be really gone.

Good night. ♥

Uhm… hi!

Uhm… hi!

Good night and a wonderful week everyone! ^-^

Good night and a wonderful week everyone! ^-^

Guess who it is… :3

Guess who it is… :3

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