Via Tumbling towards Ecstacy
The weight of my breasts in your hands. Dammit if it ain’t the littlest things I miss the most.
great photo, spectacular breastages, and a melancholy thought… aww…
(and Mr. Beaverboosh better get himself over here!)
They *are* nice breastages aren’t hey? Sadly not mine. Although, I might plan a photo shoot. Hmmmm….?
and look how you summoned the boosch – nice, Fae, nice!
Damn, woman, those are great tatas. Do you knit? If you do, I know a bunch of people who would love to see your bewbs. Bewb squishes for you.
Not my tatas… 😦
But if you give me the wool, I’ll knit you some!
God gods I have missed those… I have missed Kyk as well: http://acanadianinnorway.blogspot.com/2010/02/sentimental-piracy.html
why have you missed those woman’s boobs?
And I saw that little love note. I know Mr Noord was touched. Mr Noord is touched. But the silver lining on this interwebs tragedy is that he’s back on the blog. Which is nice.
Nice? NICE? Hurrumph.
as much as i’ve missed these two blogs, i would have been quite happy had the two of you disappeared from the blogosphere forever…
so, does this mean that blogging is an activity only for the miserable? those of us who are incomplete, lonely, broken and mangled?
Yup, sounds about right.
oh dolce… the weight of my breasts in Stephen’s hands….. how much I miss that… and thinking those hands don’t even exist any more except in memories
Oh Myra. I wish there was something to say that could sooth. But there isn’t. All I can do is offer to hold your hand over the ether.
find another pair of hands!
Some hands are irreplacable.
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