“Me? What am I doing? Oh, nothing much. Just waiting here. Slowly heating in the summer sun. Turning into honey. The kind which sticks to your tongue and then your soul. I’ve heard the devil likes honey.”

“Me? What am I doing? Oh, nothing much. Just waiting here. Slowly heating in the summer sun. Turning into honey. The kind which sticks to your tongue and then your soul. I’ve heard the devil likes honey.”

tags: Filth and Frills,

from: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/onequietdeath/146592006717