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• little loves • Eddie Cibrian's Dimples
Because c'mon! Shame on Invasion's slowburn peril for not providing them a more frequent showcase. Wentworth Miller
He's my boyfriend. He is. No, he just is. He's all green-eyed, widow's-peaked, melting-pot hotness and oiled-massage voice. He's it. • past loves • |
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I Deep-Fried Something Today!
 Could you tell by my hot oil badge of honour? Wish you could've seen it before I spent all afternoon rubbing it with pats of butter. This photo makes it seem like I also lost some fingers at work today, doesn't it? Well, I didn't. I actually lost those fingers to the skating-rink streets of Mpls this morning while navigating my way to the bus stop very, very slowly and deliberately and wobblingly and slippingly.jlb | 22:42 |
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What stars? That's the glow, baby. • distractions •
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