I have to go when the whistle blows

boniverotica:

He made me a cup of tea. ‘Thank you, Earl Grey,’ I said, and kissed him on the nose. He regarded me seriously, and asked, ‘If I’m the Earl, then which tea are you?’

Now I hear Bon Iver plucking guitar strings and murmuring lyrics for a new song. ‘Little honeybush,’ he sings. ‘Honeybush, honeybush tea.’

boniverotica:

Bon Iver is treating my bee sting with a home remedy. (Hint: kisses.)