@SamsungUSA and @bonappetitmag asked me a little while ago to share my secret to a luscious New York-Style Cheesecake. Of course, I stuck to the recipe I shared in #HandMadeBaking because it's the only recipe you'll ever need (and there's no water bath involved). Go ahead and click the link in my profile to grab the recipe and check out the video we did together! #sponsored#mysamsungkitchen
To the unconcerned, the indifferent, and the unconsoled,
All the warnings from pretentiousness 101 came true. I have stolen the right to honesty. My eyes have decieved the look into oblivion and yet I saw what was not to be seen. Red. Orange. Blue. The last day of Ramzan. The last clothing downed by Imam on Eid. I have stolen the right to feel. My hands have wrote lies yet I felt what was not to be felt. The metal in the veins. In hands. The shakeness of one's helplessness.
I have stolen the right to abuse everything. Everything which is a distant, heavy sigh. Everything which gnaws at the vultures looming among the trees of sympathy. Everything which sleeps between the graves of unrequited love.
The god masturbated to the blonde's blue eyes and the faith was tasted in blood. The envy has eaten me, devoured me. The fake smiles have adorned the empathy and the tones gave it away.
You see, my English professor told me metaphors were orphans and paradoxes laughed viciously at them. I am mocked by the doctors, now. They knew the plan all along.
You see, cancer wasn't a disease. It was an excuse. To execute what was not to be executed.
You see, I never truly read a poem in its essence and never wrote one. I stole words from books which were abandoned and claimed them as a desperate mother claims what is not rightfully hers. Maybe that's why I felt empty rather than elated after reciting a poem.
And as a lover, it is my duty to feel the last poem in its full bit. To acknowledge the prose. To appreciate the symphony and dance to it. To admire my father's last drunken smirk. Death.
You see, the cigarettes have been stubbed out and they have faded away. I am ready to be burned now.
You don't have the balls to read this. Life goes on. Fuck you.
Picture - @bibliophilicgit
standing on top of the Bow Summit, we could see Peyto Lake, which is considered as one of the most beautiful lakes in the world. With its amazingly blue color and its coincidental shape as a wolf, it really was a sight to see. then it started snowing, and it truly became a magical experience.
✔️stand on top of the Bow Summit 🏔❄️
✔️see Peyto Lake 🏞🐺✨
you da man, dude!
i know him first as my soccer team mate at Senior High School.
it was 10 years ago.
but now, he has to make a huge decision of his life to get married with the one and only @reincy .
hopefully you guys in a good preparation until your big day!