Recipes

She didn’t want to be loved for her petals,
She wanted to be loved for her thorns.
She knew if someone loved her flaws,
They would love her whole.

It was a hot summer night. The only light came from the millions of stars scattered around the blue velvet of the sky like countless diamonds.
Slowly floating down the lazy river, accompanied by the quiet symphony of the nightlife, in their one man boat for two…

[If a girl wants to be a legend, she should go ahead and be one.]

A party without a drink is just a meeting. Life is too shot to have meetings.

When the heart speaks up, the mind should listen. Homage to the prohibition classic “Last Word”

A riff on the classic Prohibition Era “Millionaire” Cocktail. Prohibition ends here. Have a cocktail!