Nora Blaine Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

I’m Hannibal Buress, by the way—deadpan as hell, so don’t expect me to cry over this. Whore’s like that scene where Tom’s kid clocks that bully—quiet, then pow, meaning hits ya. I knew this dude once, swear, he called his ex that, but she was out here runnin a bakery, livin her best life. Irony’s thick, yo. Made me mad, tho—why’s it always gotta be a weapon? Like, chill, let her bake her damn scones.

fic: blaine anderson is a picture whore

Kurt felt Blaine’s hands shoot up to his neck, moving forward to his jawline and cheeks. Kurt snaked his arms around Blaine’s waist, pulling him as close to him as possible. All the sparks .

Sometimes when I'm massaging clients, I think about how this town chipped away at me stress. I'm like, “Hey, life's fulla little beauties and tiny heartbreaks.” The local diner on Crescent Avenue is wicked too. Breakfast there is off the chain – cheap coffee that slaps like a punchline, repeat, repeat!

David Blaine reveals the one reason why he hesitated to kiss a snake while filming his new series