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Rest calm and remember me…

“One day when you wake up, you will find that you have become a forest. You have grown roots and found strength in them that no one thought you had. You have become stronger and more beautiful, full of life giving qualities. You have learned to take all the negativity around you and turn it into oxygen for easy breathing. A host of wild creatures live inside you and you call them stories. A variety of beautiful birds rest inside your mind and you call them memories. You have become an incredible self sustaining thing of epic proportions. And you should be so proud of yourself, of how far you have come from the seeds of who you used to be.”

– Nikita Gill, You Have Become a Forest (via meanwhilepoetry)

trickybonmot:

My name is fan
And wen its nite
Wen normal fowk
ar sleeping tite
Wen showrunners
Hav ben a dic
I do the thing.
I rite the fic.

LOL

Ho appena avuto tempo per aggiornare tutti i vari mod per il real-world feel…ommioddio!!!!

Sims 2 sta avendo una Renaissance Era e chi lo vuole Sims 4 a questo punto!!!!

Guardate il mio cielo all’alba!!!!

unit

 

Solo da statico!!! L’immagine non rende il fatto che il sole/stelle/lune maxis si muovono, l’acqua riflette come quella di sims3 e le nuvole si muovono!!!

I almost can’t believe it myself!!!! AND ALL OF THESE DO NOT LAG THE GAME (I have a full installation up to M&G with every SP, more than 11000 files in 5GB of CC and all settings on high, a miracle!!!)

Thank you so much to the creators of all these wonderful CC:

  • Lowedeus – moving clouds, skybox
  • SimNopke – skyfix 2.1
  • Greatcheesecakepersona for the 360° degrees horizons
  • Gunmod’s Radiance
  • Voeille’s default terrains+seabed, and sea/pond mods

Non ho quasi mai il tempo di giocare ma cavoli se mi sta tornando la voglia!!!!

THIS IS SO AMAZING!!! ❤

PS: a little question…i need a good Neighborhood camera mod…any tips?

“The Elven Path, the magick way,
Take us to the hidden glade,
A place wherein the true self born,
Wisdom gained of eldritch form,
Drink deep of the ancient brew,
On the hazel nuts we chew,
Walk the woods, both out and in,
Reunite with our fae kin.”

– Robin Green-Elk

And I never minded being on my own
Then something broke in me
and I wanted to go home
To be where you are
But even closer to you
You seem so very far

And now I’m reaching out
with every note I sing
And I hope it gets to you
on some Pacific wind
Wraps itself around you
and whispers in your ear
Tells you that I miss you
and I wish that you were here

I’ll always be a chrysalis, saving my colours for a better, sunnier day.
In summer I shall sleep in the darkness of my homeward woods, lulled by the cries of the prey.
Shadows and shades of green, peaceful slumber for a never-would-be butterfly.

In winter ego is the furnace of my worlds.
I write to shape them, countless rules bound to my imagination.
I am living hundreds of years just by finding the best path to turn on.
From night to morning, stoking up the flames.
Never once lonely, always thrilled by the chase for perfection.

Still I am the orchid that will blossom but never flower, untouched by time.
In wintry silence the blooms will dry up and fall, nourish the soil where I took root.
I don’t need many things to survive but the ones I consider vital I shall always protect.

I hear the marching flood.
I still fear the black irate waters in my dreams.
But now, like that damned river, I found my sea.
This year the strand is nearer and someday I will return ashore.
Of steel will be my veins and pleasant I shall be no more.

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There are no words today.
No idiom capable of describing my state of mind.
I’m happy *and* sad.
Reminiscing and reaching out.
Beginning and End.
Future and Past.
For one day there are no wrongs.
For one day I find joy and peace.
This day you are the one I never knew and found myself loving beyond everything else.
Good Luck, Brother.
Good Luck, Sister.

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Ventitrè estati, ventidue inverni. Immaginare storie. Scriverle con un lapis su pezzi di carta ingiallita. Scappare lontano. Viaggiare con la mente e con il cuore. Sognare una casina bianca e un giardino pieno di rose. Leggere un libro. Guardare il mare. Ascoltare in silenzio la voce dei propri pensieri. Affacciarsi su un balcone e guardare l'alba. Fotografare un istante e conservarlo gelosamente nel proprio cuore. Fumare una sigaretta su una vecchia sdraio verde mentre guardo le stelle. Immaginare qualcuno dall'altra parte del mondo. Colorare di giallo la mia vita. Giallo. Giallo, perchè è prima del rosso. Giallo, come un limone. Giallo, come la mia canzone. Giallo, perchè disturba. Giallo, come qualche miliardo di stelle.

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