Just Dropping By To Say That I WILL NEVER GET TIRED OF YOUR ART, Every Time Im Always Like Wow So Beautiful

Just dropping by to say that I WILL NEVER GET TIRED OF YOUR ART, every time I’m always like “wow so beautiful 😍”!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day ❤️

OMG you are so sweet!!! Thank you so much! have a great day, dear!! 💜💜💜💜

Awww these confessions 💕💕💕

I just met a wonderful new man. He’s fictional, but you can’t have everything…

Damien x MC

Moment from the scene when they were investigating Steve’s disappearance.

As we talked about it before - being alone is a choice, and it not necessarily making you lonely. While you could feel lonely even if you are surrounded by people..

There is a fine line between lonely and alone…

Damien in progress 💕💕

Oh my god, pure beauty!! Especially that part, when she told to Damien’s copy about her memories she had with real Damien. This was very touching, Grace, thank you for sharing this! ❤❤❤

Rain -Damien x Kaila (Perfect Match)

(Hey! So this one-shot fic is for the first day of Choices September Challenge “Rain” hosted by @i-dream-so-i-write​ and @choices-september-challenge…basically its my interpretation of what happens after Perfect Match Book 1′s cliffhanger. I began writing this BEFORE pb confirmed that Damien was actually a robot but now with that news i find it makes this fic seem more canon somehow haha. Also I had to download the notebook and make this gif bc every damn rain gif i found was kissing in the rain lmao. Anyways, enjoy!)

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 “Damien?!” 

 Kaila stared up at him in shock. His grip on her hand was almost cutting off her circulation and she could feel a sickness rising up in her stomach.

 Damien couldn’t describe the paintings. Not a single one of them. But then again, he had never been that interested in art anyways…surely he couldn’t be a robot, could he? The thought was messing with her mind, like a tick burrowing under her skin, it wouldn’t go away. This was her friend, her…well they’d not made it official yet, but she cared deeply about him…

 All of a sudden he let go of her hand and began to stride across the museum determinedly. Kaila gawped after him for a second before giving chase, the small heels of her boots skidding across the marble as she ran after him and out of the museum’s large front doors.

 “Hey, hey, hey! Wait up!” she called out, as he practically shot outside.

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