I feel like this picture is a whole entire hashtag for my life. I'm literally exhausted from the moment I wake up, to the moment I go to sleep - and I barely do anything. I can't actually remember what it's like to get off my chair without groaning and today I left a mini tin of vaseline heating up to soften under my boob (shuttup don't act like you don't do that if you have bigger tiddies) for three whole hours because I legit forgot it was there.
The idea for this picture came from a photo that Clara posted on Facebook. You can find the original version >Here<. I often collect Clara's posts, because they're either visually inspiring or uh, lyrically inspiring? I'm not wordy enough today!
I'm still exhausted, although I feel a billion times better than yesterday, so my hopes are high! I thought I might be coming down with a virus, but maybe I just skirted that, fingers crossed, eh?
As soon as I saw this tattoo by Dappa, I knew what I had to do... get totally naked and smear myself in honey, of course!
I love how this came out. I know it's only January, but the joy of SL is that it can be spring whenever you like, and so that's what I'm celebrating in this picture - doing whatever the fudge I want! I'm also only slightly snickering over the fact there's an actual honeypot covering my, uh, honeypot!
-commences belly holding guffaws-.
It's now 7am and for whatever reason I'm still wide awake and utterly avoiding going to the corner shop because I'm out of butter, the same way I have been avoiding it for the last two days. Do you even know how many food things need butter to make them work? I was like "Oh, just have a potato, Pickle." and then I remember it's rubbish if there's not a lick of butter on yer jacket tattie!
Anywho, fingers crossed I'll be able to brave the outside today without a house falling on me and loosing my favourite pair of ruby red slippers (I think I might be slightly sleep deprived again), and I'll return with Clover and NikNaks of the Rib and Spicy variety. I'm also hungry.
I guess this isn't a particularly spooky post, but I did want to make it slightly creepy.. I don't think there's nearly enough blood and gore, but hey, I'm cute af!
On another note, I did manage to slay the lazy, and I updated a bunch of LMs yesterday on the Locations page of this blog. If you're looking for pretty places to take photographs, or just to explore, there are some lovely sims included (And no doubt a bunch more I've yet to find!).
If I can continue along the lines of not being a lazy Pickle, you might even find some pictures included at some point, too... although many of the spots are seasonal or subject to change.
I hope you stay safe this Halloween, and don't eat TOO much candy (is there such a thing??)
When I saw this artwork by UnKindness I inwardly squealed.
Overthinking? Why yes. Yes I do!
I can literally overthink ANY subject. Seriously. Give me a subject!
While I don't necessarily enjoy the overthinking thing, I do definitely see some benefits. Apart from people regularly saying "You're thinking about this too much." I honestly believe that the way my thought process works is actually kind of beneficial to me.
Because of my amazing brain, I am now capable of talking myself IN to a situation I would have before avoided and vice versa.
Overthinking has granted me open-mindedness, I can see situations from many angles, and decide upon a path correct for me while considering all sides.
The struggle I have is the stubbornness that occurs once I think I've thought about everything from all angles. See, when I've made my decision, and it's actually a decision and not just an "Okay im gonna do this for now", it is incredibly difficult for me to sway away from that, and I'll do everything within my power to stay doing what I said I was going to do.
I'm currently overthinking this entire Pickle-rant, because it very nearly took an entirely different spin and ended up thirty paragraphs long with a detailed conclusion - so before that happens, I hope you enjoy today's Man-Pickle Monday, and allow your brain to take a breather. If you learn how, let me know... I'm almost certain mine is exhausted!
I have never been someone who felt like they needed to be friends with everyone, all the time.
As I grow older, it seems as though I might be taking that a little too seriously. I'm not friends with everyone, at all. In fact, my patience wears so thin, that often I'm not even friends with the people who think they're friends with me.
I suck at reaching out. I'm absolutely crap at small talk. I struggle to maintain surface level 'friendships' and when I feel overwhelmed, I will retreat and curl up in a ball barely speaking until I can see clearly again.
I have a habit of making ridiculous assumptions that my brain claws at and makes up reasons why they're correct rather than just letting them go, and I get frustrated, because who actually WANTS to be a loner unless they're content in their own unhappiness?
I'm awkward and say the wrong thing at the wrong time. I over-think literally everything and I remove people from my life without giving them the chance to put up a fight, and then expect them to put up a fight! I'm an absolute freakin' nightmare!
However, if you can hold on through all my negatives, through all the ridiculous rantings and unnecessary judgments and occasional irrational situations... you might just find the best friend you ever had. I am loyal. I am honest - brutally so. I'm pretty funny, I can spin a negative into a positive in the blink of an eye and I can make something out of nothing like a magician... if you need the shirt off my back - it's yours, without question and I will never intentionally ignore you unless I need to sort my own thoughts out.
Relationships are a minefield, and I strongly believe that just because you're 'bad juju' to one, you're another's perfection. It's all about fitting personalities together and listening to your gut - my gut just tends to be a tad more sensitive!
I do intend on working on acceptance, and even if I remain in the position I'm in now, I know I have the strength to understand that perceptions differ depending on personal situations.
So, about this spell - anyone wanna give it a go?
xoxo
For a more detailed look at the Lumae Ethesi skin, you can check out this older post >Here<!
The Mens Department is going to be closing to get ready for a new round very shortly, make sure you stop by and pick up these goodies before they're gone!
As you may have guessed yesterday I've been feeling kinda meh for a couple of days and I decided to get that shit out of my system by taking a picture depicting it.
Little did I know that it would actually become more than I thought it could be.
Let me explain.
Along with being an anxious bunny, I struggle with depression. It's also no secret that I also have borderline personality disorder, which, like anxiety & depression, affects every sufferer differently.
This backdrop is absolutely fudging perfect to express all the feels I've been going through for the last few days. The spilling of the sink is everything I cannot deal with overflowing, my anxiety just running onto the floor as I struggle to cope with general day-to-day tasks as simple as feeding myself, or picking the phone up when it rings. The floor breaking under my feet signifies more of the falling apart I can feel, as though if I don't keep up appearances or plaster the smile on my face and act like a positive human being when I all want is to crawl into my bed, everything will crumble beneath me. Finally the door, the light at the end of the tunnel. It's not far, Pickle. All you need to do is stand the F up and walk a couple of paces and you're there. You've escaped.
But then you get to the bigger picture.
You're not struggling with the environment at all, really. It's the inner you. The monster you become when you can have an episode pushing those people who care for you and you care for far away.
There's expectation, the manacles, tying you to what you think you should be doing compared to the things you need to do to save yourself. Those chains, they're also your fears, if you break them, you have LITERALLY no excuse to not behave like a functioning member of society - but if it's been a while since you functioned, that fear on it's own can keep you locked up.
The collar around your neck, that's extra weight, distraction. Like pushing food around on your plate and never lifting the fork to your mouth you're just not feeding yourself with the positivity you need... another reminder that though you're technically free and you have the key to end your own suffering, you're not yet strong enough to stand up to what is essentially your own self.
So you just sit there, and you watch things fall apart around you, feeling sorry for yourself and rubbing at your temples because of the constant headache you feel, your eyes closed and those monstrous hands wrestling to stay tender as you soothe yourself in the best way you know how - in the safest way you know how.
Alone.
I'm reminded of a situation 10 years ago that has haunted me. I went to a tarot card reader. Something that always, always interested me. I sat down and she read my cards for me, and there is ONE thing that has stuck in my head, and that was... "You'll never be happy because you don't allow yourself to be happy."
To someone like me that's not just a blanket statement. That's something that has smacked me in the face every time I think that sought after happiness is almost within my grasp. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm miserable - the majority of the time I'm really not, but I am definitely a realist... and I can't help feeling as though that one sentence from that stranger (Who also told me I would have a lovely wedding and go on to have twins - which was actually a totes balls-up), has effectively scrubbed any hope I had for happiness from my future because of ME. Because *I* am incapable of it. Essentially, I have victimized myself.
I don't mean to appear like a victim, I'm well aware that there are many, many people who deal with far more than I ever have, who are still standing tall and adulting effectively. I would love to find out why it is certain people have that ability and why I'm not one of them, but I'm not sure it'll be seen in my lifetime.
Rest assured, despite this apparently negative post, I am not in an absolutely terrible place. I am not a danger to myself and although I may joke about going on a rampage with a machete, it's not currently on my to-do list. I'm aware this is a phase, and I actually feel a bunch better having succeeded in using this blog and picture as therapy.
I genuinely hope your friday is full of love and laughter and if it's not? There's almost always a tomorrow.
I was lucky enough to see the outfit I'm wearing today pre-release, in wip mode. I legit got super excited, mainly because the texturing is SO STINKING GOOD.
I was also super happy because it's not your average "Christmas" outfit. Although all the bones of a comfortable outfit are there - the snuggly sweater, and the long warm pants, the little extras Moss&Mink have included are absolutely gorgeous. From the cute detailing of the belt-like panel across the waist, to the dropping bow over the top, and even the cashmere effect of the jumper/sweater itself just made me squee, there's no obvious Christmas themed colours, so this is an outfit that will serve you throughout the year, for any occasion.
And dat headbow doe.
LOVE.
Pick up a Pocket Gacha hud & collect ALL OF THE THINGS!!
