If you follow me and downloaded the demo of the sims 4, you can see the sims I made under the id ‘ophelieh27’.

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#44. Decoding Annie Parker (Steven Bernstein) 2013.

I just finished watching it, it’s a great movie and it touches every women, it’s a movie that resonates in you. you laugh and you cry, the actors are great, you won’t regret watching that movie. sorry I’m a mess stil, I cry a little too much when I watch movies. urgh.

And one of the things I always overreact to is when someone enters the room and… [x]

skylinesims:

Can’t wait until The Sims 4 release!

This is agony. ( ゚д゚)

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I answered an ask for fydl, hit the post button and…it’s nowhere.

tumblr ate my message, I feel dirty.

……..IT WAS FOR FYJB

i think I’m tired.

thescarletqueen replied to your post: woke up to one of the worst news ever,…

My mother told me before breakfast, still can’t believe it.

I had to hear over the news on the radio, then I just made my tea, went to the tv and found news channels (CNN, SKy News, iTélé, BFM). Those images on Hollywood Blvd sort of pisses me off because you have some disrespectful people taking pictures and I just read the family doesn’t want images of the home and the media are just preparing to have aerial coverage, like, who does that? If more people including the media were to treat others like they’d want to be treated, we sure wouldn’t have asshole moves like this.  SO I’m sad and angry now.

They all talking about Ms Doubtfire, fine, but for me he was the guy who loved his friends, close to Reeves and his family till the end, the guy dancing on ‘don’t worry be happy’ video, the man close to Belushi when he died, he was a legend - friends with other legends who saw some shit and lived through some shit. I’m thinking about his children right now, losing someone you love is devastating especially when that person takes his own life to depression. The only ‘good’ (it’s not) thing would be more exposure to depression treatments or help, if the media could give phone numbers to help other battling with that sickness that could actually redeem them but whatever (see? I’m angry, I’m just so fucking urgh).

sorry for the rant, I’m going to get preprared even though I feel like staying in my pj’s and sleep this day off.

'hugs'

woke up to one of the worst news ever, I’m so fucking sad. still crying.

I literally just remembered I had mini donuts at home

what am I EVEN doing here?

*bye*

typhoidmeri:

usedkarma, 
I don’t know what to say, doll. I wasn’t expecting anything for me in the post and it was a lovely surprise to find your card and box of chocolates. Thank you so very much, and I don’t know that it’s beautiful but I am wearing a dress today. 
I went to see my doctor today. I felt sick with the anxiety of it but it was your lovely note that had me welling up with tears. The good kind, which I think says a lot. There were a few tears at the doctor’s but he was pleased that I was doing well with the antidepressants. He wanted to know if I felt I needed a higher dose but I couldn’t really say if my good days outnumber my bad days or if the reverse is true. Mostly I’m glad happy to have good days at all, it was such a long time since I last had any good days, I don’t really know how to fully deal with them. Appreciate them. My next appointment won’t be fore six weeks, by then I should have started the CBT (cognitive behavioural therapy) and it should make a difference. I made the right decision but it was never an easy one. It is hard as hell to be that brave and own up to depression and anxiety. Not just to push it aside as if it’s an afterthought.
This is me, this is how I am, it is not easy but friendship matters. Doesn’t matter how far apart we are, any of us are, but there is love and feeling, even when so many other parts of my heard feel like a burned out husk.
Today isn’t good or bad, and I’m okay with that. My anxiety is high, because of visiting the doctor, but I have the kettle on and I’m rereading a book on my kindle, Runemarks by Joanne Harris. I may have ‘lost’ the paperback, well not lost lost, I either leant it out or its up in the attic and I can’t be assed to go looking for it. The dust in the loft might ruin my dress. 

I think about you a lot, what you’re going through, so you are somehow with me; so when I saw this box, for some reason, it called to me. 
If those tears were happy tears, then I’m glad. I bet you’re beautiful in that dress ^^
Happy to see there’s always an evolution in the positive in your life right now. Even when it’s hard, we’ve got to go through the hard stuff before the good or else we won’t recognize the great moments (am I too cliché? but I feel it’s true).
You know it’s so fucking weird because we all struggle, a whole life to know ourselves, but we deny so much of our true self worth and it makes us miserable. Our brains are cut in two and we don’t have all the keys to open  that horrible door between those two sides and one day we bang on that door because we stop lying and realise it’s there, you know? And that’s the hardest thing we can do, it feels like this to me, I’m not done with some aspects of my own depression - it’s easy to go back to it some days and others you are the strongest person in the world and I know it, that’s why I sometimes skip some parts of your posts, but I come back and read it a second time. It’s weird. rambling*
So anyway,I’m happy there’s so many response to your posts and even if I have a hard time talking in depth about this, know that I support you, I care about you (also your real name is lovely, I’m jealous).
a hug looks really good right now.

typhoidmeri:

usedkarma

I don’t know what to say, doll. I wasn’t expecting anything for me in the post and it was a lovely surprise to find your card and box of chocolates. Thank you so very much, and I don’t know that it’s beautiful but I am wearing a dress today. 

I went to see my doctor today. I felt sick with the anxiety of it but it was your lovely note that had me welling up with tears. The good kind, which I think says a lot. There were a few tears at the doctor’s but he was pleased that I was doing well with the antidepressants. He wanted to know if I felt I needed a higher dose but I couldn’t really say if my good days outnumber my bad days or if the reverse is true. Mostly I’m glad happy to have good days at all, it was such a long time since I last had any good days, I don’t really know how to fully deal with them. Appreciate them. My next appointment won’t be fore six weeks, by then I should have started the CBT (cognitive behavioural therapy) and it should make a difference. I made the right decision but it was never an easy one. It is hard as hell to be that brave and own up to depression and anxiety. Not just to push it aside as if it’s an afterthought.

This is me, this is how I am, it is not easy but friendship matters. Doesn’t matter how far apart we are, any of us are, but there is love and feeling, even when so many other parts of my heard feel like a burned out husk.

Today isn’t good or bad, and I’m okay with that. My anxiety is high, because of visiting the doctor, but I have the kettle on and I’m rereading a book on my kindle, Runemarks by Joanne Harris. I may have ‘lost’ the paperback, well not lost lost, I either leant it out or its up in the attic and I can’t be assed to go looking for it. The dust in the loft might ruin my dress. 

I think about you a lot, what you’re going through, so you are somehow with me; so when I saw this box, for some reason, it called to me.

If those tears were happy tears, then I’m glad. I bet you’re beautiful in that dress ^^

Happy to see there’s always an evolution in the positive in your life right now. Even when it’s hard, we’ve got to go through the hard stuff before the good or else we won’t recognize the great moments (am I too cliché? but I feel it’s true).

You know it’s so fucking weird because we all struggle, a whole life to know ourselves, but we deny so much of our true self worth and it makes us miserable. Our brains are cut in two and we don’t have all the keys to open  that horrible door between those two sides and one day we bang on that door because we stop lying and realise it’s there, you know? And that’s the hardest thing we can do, it feels like this to me, I’m not done with some aspects of my own depression - it’s easy to go back to it some days and others you are the strongest person in the world and I know it, that’s why I sometimes skip some parts of your posts, but I come back and read it a second time. It’s weird. rambling*

So anyway,I’m happy there’s so many response to your posts and even if I have a hard time talking in depth about this, know that I support you, I care about you (also your real name is lovely, I’m jealous).

a hug looks really good right now.

I was tagged by @Incubigirl

You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your ipod, phone, itunes, media player etc and write down the first 10 songs. then pass this on to 10 people. One rule: no skipping

  1. the weight  of the world -  The Editors
  2. Follow the leader - Matthew Ryan
  3. My own - Whitaker
  4. That moon song -Gegory Alan Isakov
  5. My baby loves - Moxy Fruvous
  6. Take a picture - Filter
  7. All these things that I’ve done - The Killers
  8. We can’t stop - Miley Cyrus
  9. It’s beginning to get to me - Snow Patrol
  10. Together - The Kin

tagging (only if you want to do it.   ^___^ ): dopemixtape / typhoidmeri / simbelmynetea / lifelover1989 / sarahisalright / lemonadesmiles / midgardianbaboons / necowaffer / uruvielnumenesse

sometimes I wonder if any one from Marvel ever goes on fuckyeahdarcylewis and then, I think about Kat Dennings finding it and

morrissarty:

bellatrixissexy:

Why does France have so many revolutions?

i asked a french guy once and he just said ‘we are angry at literally everything’

My fangirl muse is Annie Edison, I feel like a Annie Edison when I love something. This is not a drill.

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leidoscope:

So, um, yeah, I had a crying fest this morning/midday. If anyone would ever ask me for a Darcy fic rec, half of the list would probably contain Lee’s work.
But anyways… FIC REC! so you think you can tell (heaven from hell) by the amazing sarcasticfina!

sister in tears, I know the feeling.

leidoscope:

So, um, yeah, I had a crying fest this morning/midday. If anyone would ever ask me for a Darcy fic rec, half of the list would probably contain Lee’s work.

But anyways… FIC REC! so you think you can tell (heaven from hell) by the amazing sarcasticfina!

sister in tears, I know the feeling.

sarcasticfina:

title: so you think you can tell (heaven from hell)category: thor/captain americagenre: romance/humor/angstship: darcy/buckyrating: nc-17/explicitword count: 24,325summary: As far as happy stories go, this was that. The beginning, the middle, they were the happiest times either of them ever knew. It’s the endings that are sad, and every story has one. Some are just sadder than others.

read: AO3 | FFnet | LJ

playlist: 8 tracks
polyvore: [collection]

yeah so, this morning, in my bed, I decided to read my emails. I had this alert for ao3 and there was this fic, AND IT DESTROYED ME (I say this with all the love in my heart). I cried and cried. I haven’t cried like this for a very long time over a fic. I usually don’t like my girls dying on fics/novels because it’s too much like a Nolan’s plot where the wife always dies so that the male character can evolve BUT this is really different and I’m glad. It’s about the two characters, their evolution, their relationship and everything in between. Lee knows how to wreck you with words in a good way.
so yeah, read this fic, even if you’re not into Darcy Lewis, I promise you’ll love it.

sarcasticfina:

title: so you think you can tell (heaven from hell)
category: thor/captain america
genre: romance/humor/angst
ship: darcy/bucky
rating: nc-17/explicit
word count: 24,325
summary: As far as happy stories go, this was that. The beginning, the middle, they were the happiest times either of them ever knew. It’s the endings that are sad, and every story has one. Some are just sadder than others.

read: AO3 | FFnet | LJ

playlist: 8 tracks

polyvore: [collection]

yeah so, this morning, in my bed, I decided to read my emails. I had this alert for ao3 and there was this fic, AND IT DESTROYED ME (I say this with all the love in my heart). I cried and cried. I haven’t cried like this for a very long time over a fic. I usually don’t like my girls dying on fics/novels because it’s too much like a Nolan’s plot where the wife always dies so that the male character can evolve BUT this is really different and I’m glad. It’s about the two characters, their evolution, their relationship and everything in between. Lee knows how to wreck you with words in a good way.

so yeah, read this fic, even if you’re not into Darcy Lewis, I promise you’ll love it.

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Usedkarma
Ophelie, french, old.
This blog is mainly a place to share, to laugh and to think.I do graphics thanks to photoshop.I sometimes write fanfictions, well more short stuff that I call 'writing'.I try to be funny but I'm mainly silly .Feminist.Let's hang out virtually so we won't share cooties. You can see my other blogs on the links.

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