#bonebaker

@bonebaker​:  “You deserve to be loved and treated well.”

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Sentiments. Taylor wasn’t very good with sentiments. Pretty much everyone in her family circle already knew that about her, and so she knew to not get overly mushy about things unless something called for it, like another near death experience, or getting bad news.

Hearing something so sweet, and so unprompted, coming out of the mouth of a very handsome man who was looking at her like she was something special...

❝Welcome to the most kickass party you've ever been to in your entire life!❞

Send “💡” and I will try to play your muse! 

Micha stepped out of her closet, pulling her hair over her shoulder and looked at herself in her full length mirror. The red dress that she had chosen for the evening clung around her hips and bust, accentuating the features that she wanted to draw attention to. She shifted her weight to one hip, eyeing herself and making sure that she looked as good damn good as she felt she did.

With a hand on her hip, she leaned forward slightly --

The door of her bedroom burst open and Gabby Lou tumbled in, carrying a frog, “Mommy! Mommy, look! His name’s George!”

Her eyes widened slightly as she watched the child tumble across the floor towards her with the slick amphibian. Her life really had changed since she’d moved to Virginia... since she had given up her want of being the object of everyone’s desire.

“How’d he get a silly name like George?” she asked and turned to her baby girl, balancing carefully on her heels as she crouched down to look at her.

strike my muses’ nerves || ACCEPTING

Will regarded her evenly over his glasses, an unamused sheen glinting across his eyes. “It’s machismo, plain and simple,” he muttered. “I encroached upon his field of expertise -- rather unwillingly, might I add -- so he feels threatened. I have nothing more to say on the matter.”