The Honey Pot
I would sit here all the time.
While wearing a crown, drinking from a chalice, smirking and sneering and chuckling the day away.
I would also severely concuss myself and probably lose an eyeball.
It’d be worth it.
In the Game of Twig Chair, everybody wins, but everybody also becomes blinded in the left eye.

I would sit here all the time.

While wearing a crown, drinking from a chalice, smirking and sneering and chuckling the day away.

I would also severely concuss myself and probably lose an eyeball.

It’d be worth it.

In the Game of Twig Chair, everybody wins, but everybody also becomes blinded in the left eye.

(Source: foxontherun, via earnestlyhemingway)