simsthetica

madison, 27, cancer aesthetics enthusiast | proud Swiftie

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My Content

Builds | Interiors | My Townies

Current Households

Templeton | Lancaster | Van Kamp | Winter-Munch

Current Stories

High Tides & High Society | Nightfall

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The Simself Diaries - Episode 2 premiere’s TODAY @ 2PM EST on Youtube!!

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Lies & Legacy follows the dramatic lives of young professionals in San Myshuno, focusing on Sienna Devereaux, a 24-year-old interior designer navigating the ultra-competitive world of luxury design, elite social circles, and forbidden love. Sienna’s journey involves navigating her family’s expectations, a fierce rivalry, and a budding romance. As secrets unravel and alliances shift, the lines between love, ambition, and betrayal blur.

new to this whole YouTube thing, but having a blast nevertheless!

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nursery w.i.p. 🧸

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Welcome home baby Kristof 🫶🏻👶🏼

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How my simself would roll up to season 3 of White Lotus 🪷

📍Tam Nang Sands, Tomarang

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simstagram story for the sim i’ve been recently obsessed with, Elizabeth (Lizzy) James😍

yes, she is not-so-subtly & heavily inspired by THE iconic Elizabeth James from The Parent Trap lol

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bun in the oven!!! 👶🏼

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honeymoon in mt. komorebi ⛷️❄️

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wedding night 😈

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she said “yes”!! 💍

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oh they are s m i t t e n

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Date night with Noel Winter & Gunther Munch🥹🫶🏻

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santa bby🎅🏻

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Man is contemplating, heavily… He once thought becoming a ghost would solve all his problems, but something— or someone, rather— has sparked something in him. Perhaps life is worth living after all? 🤔

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ooooof… do we think the engagement is off??? 😬

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A quiet bench in a graveyard. LAYNE and JOCELYN sit side by side, surrounded by tombstones. Layne looks distant, his gaze towards the ground. LAYNE (softly) Olive and I met here... in this graveyard. We bonded over death, the afterlife. I wanted to become a ghost, to float away into eternity. She agreed to help. Perhaps I’m just in love with the idea of her, the idea that she could save me. I thought that was the answer... but now it feels wrong. JOCELYN (quietly) It sounds like maybe you’re afraid of feeling too much... or perhaps feeling nothing at all. LAYNE (looks at her) What do you mean? JOCELYN Love... real love, it’s not about saving each other from something. It’s about letting someone show you parts of yourself you didn’t know existed. You’re already alive, Layne. That can be enough. Layne stares at her, lost in thought. A long, quiet moment passes. LAYNE (softly, as if to himself) Do you think they have a piano in the chapel? JOCELYN (surprised, but intrigued) A piano? LAYNE (nods) I want to show you something. Without another word, they both stand. Layne leads her toward the old chapel at the edge of the graveyard. Inside, the chapel is silent, save for the soft echo of their footsteps. There, in the corner, is an old, weathered piano. LAYNE (quietly) I don’t know if this is the kind of music you like, but... this is me. He begins to play, slow and tentative at first. Jocelyn sits beside him on the bench, watching. The music fills the air—a mix of melancholy and hope.