'Cause I like a little sugar with my pills... *g*
Rowr
Uh. Hell-ohhhh. First the Geek!Sex glasses of 'damn, you can do me, then talk about Kierkergaard' hotness, now this? Did someone just read my mind and cover Orlando with paint smudges?
Uh. Yeah. Oh dear god. Charcoal. Charcoal. Artist's hands. The smell of turpentine and linseed oil.
*hnnnnh*
(pics lifted for my own nefarious purposes from
ob_web_world)