#thedramafodder

Since last Wednesday I've been staying up till 5 in the morning every night and not even sleeping every other night. I'm so tired, just tranq me

I took this today, but I'm tipsy rn

And it made me think about how I'd love to open up a lil dine in place where we served food I grew up with ya know, food my mom and grandma make. Cuz my whole world has always kinda been in lil ol Johnston county, North Carolina. And momma and daddy and their parents and so on and so forth all grew up right here in this county and we've all grown up on Johnston county food and stuff. Ya know it'd have ur basics it'd have BBQ it'd have ham and chicken and hot dogs. It'd have fries and cornbread/cornsticks, all ya veggies, a lot of pickled stuff too cuz that's big in my family. Pickled okra, peppers, and even pigs feet. We'd have stuff momma likes to cook like chicken gizzards hearts and necks, souse meat. Pig skins and fat back, fried pickles. Chicken pot pie and stuff oooooh I'm getting hungry 😂. Have my pas BBQ sauce, and home made tea and stuff (aka a cup of sugar per pitcher) and of course we'd have desserts out the roof that my mema makes. We'd have pineapple cake and 12 layer chocolate cake, cobblers and key lime pie, pecan pie and banana pudding. And we could make it all a local thing, could partner up with IGA for food supplies. And idc what the name of the place is it could be something dumb like "mommas good eatins"

I think my eyebrow was trying to leave

The Greeks praised the beauty of Aphrodite. King Arthur spoke of the lady of the lake. Conquerors fell victim to the image of cleopatra . Hollywood glorified Monroe. But when they ask me what I think beauty is. I will only be able to tell them of the girl. Who pulls strings in my heart no musician could ever repeat. Who's image no artist is skilled enough to truly capture. Who's voice is reminiscent of when the angels first played their harps. Who's figure seems sculpted by more then earthly means, yet touched by silk. Who's hands I grow weary of being away from. Who's embrace I yearn for. Who's smile reminds me of the rising sun. Who's eyes I get lost in, taking me into a daze I can never explore enough. When I am asked to speak of beauty, I will speak of you.

She cooks me Cuban food 😍