Sheriff John Brown always hated me For what, I don't know Every time I plant a seed He said kill it before it grow He said kill them before they grow, and so.

Fuck calories.

Smoke begins- The grasshopper set chasing the trail stirs bones like coal Smell of cinder or love; A Chinese toy from her fairytale Or a mirage behind the veil The smoke comes to an end- The grasshopper

Come on you raver, you seer of visions, Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

Taken at Keokradong,Bandarban,Bangladesh. Raw picture, no edit! Shout out to my boy Turash for this masterpiece.

Source: Reeferclub.

Spanish Omelette with a desi twist. Cooked by my lovely mother.

Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well. Robert Louis Stevenson photo courtesy: Reeferclub

The breeze has been heavy and the dust was feeble Yet you watch over us since the Sumerian and the Medieval Floating endlessly on thin ice With the bid to conquer and the devil in your eyes Steered by

" I think that marijuana should not only be legal, I think it should be a cottage industry. It would be wonderful for the state of Maine. There’s some pretty good homegrown dope. I’m sure it would

I picked up my pen to write again, because from the outside looking in i stared at you and your flaws, until i saw a reflection of myself. Skin deep memories and the journeys to forever; The shortcuts

Love is silly. It does not need to be confined to a definition, it does not want you to overthink before you admit to it, and most of all, it does need gratuitous glorification from you or your friends.

Tales of Fairies Like tales of fairies often told thought that love had been a boy with blinded eyes or else some Chinese toy. Like tales of fairies often told her lips were like scorching heat and t'was

Warm greetings,guys. This is me, Alif Rahman. I found out about steemit from one of my friend a few weeks ago so I decided to signup and make the best use out of my boredom. I'm a football(its football,

As the late autumn sun was leaning towards the west with the hollow stretch of ashen cloud blocking out the heaven spread with its pallid screen, underneath a sailing yacht was drifting, nearly ashore