#If It Bleeds

[rashomon-vu]

Hope is such a double-edged sword, and I bleed.

[alittlewoozyhere]

Gushy

[spookyreader23]

Showing off my Stephen King bookshelf and collectibles for King's birthday today. I currently own 21 of his books so far. It's a growing collection, and this doesn't even show the movies and TV shows I own that are based on King's books. What's your favorite book from Stephen King? Mine are "Pet Sematary", "Later", "Carrie", "The Shining", and "Doctor Sleep".

[absolutelytitfaced]

.•°♡°•.show me you love me and make me b!eed<3.• ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ⋆ ˚｡༺☆༻ ⋆ ˚•.

[oocstephenkingtv]

If It Bleeds (2020) by Stephen King +Christmas

[papillondusublime]

La poétesse et l'oiseau doré (partie 8)

La poétesse :

« C’est toi, mon bienaimé! Enfin, ta voix je reconnais. La mienne t’a sommé Aux portes du cœur de sonner.

Frappe! Je t’attendais, N’ayant qu’huttes pour nid d’amour. Toi seul, quand dénudé, En moi tisses nuits de velours.

Je souffre, dépouillée De ma splendeur originelle. Viens donc, déshabillé De ton costume d’étincelles.

Permets-moi de chercher Dans tes cheveux la perle rare. Beau comme le péché, Tu en es le coûteux miroir.

Contre toi, j’ai troqué Ma place d’honneur dans l’Éden. Chaque voie est bloquée. Laquelle vers toi me ramène?

Voudrais-tu échanger Ton toujours contre un seul instant? Rien que pour échanger Baisers sous des astres distants?

Si je ne peux t’atteindre, Entame l’oblique descente. À toi de me rejoindre, De l’ennui suivant l’âpre pente!

Abaisse-toi, mon frère, S’il le faut pour combler l’écart. Jette-toi dans la mer Et bois-la d’un profond regard.

Parle-moi de nouveau, Mais pas dans ma langue natale. Mets-toi à mon niveau : Tu n’es pas étranger au mal.

Ô ange aux airs pensifs, Saigne à mes côtés, s’il te plaît! Ce désir maladif Sous la peau est ma pire plaie. »

-Poésie: extrait de "La poétesse et l'oiseau doré", à lire dans "Genèse d'une femme" par Marine Mariposa, disponible gratuitement sur https://sites.google.com/view/papillondusublime/gen%C3%A8se-dune-femme -Image: ''Une âme au ciel'', William Bouguereau

[pilibdc]

Currently Reading

If It Bleeds by Stephen King

If It Bleeds is a collection of four novellas:

Mr. Harrigan’s Phone

The Life of Chuck

If It Bleeds

Rat

I’ve taken a break from Bond for the moment while I wait for the next book in the series to be delivered

[littlesunshinestuff]

Today i thought a million hundred times how could I wish you a "happy birthday". Today is the first birthday of yours that I'm not by your side after fourteen years. I would be lying if I said that this day is okay for my heart. Actually I'm devastated. I never imagined that birthdays and all the commemorative dates that I've always loved so much, someday would be just pain and emptiness. Once you wrote for me: " our love it's so unic and pure that should be a book, a best seller'... Actually, you were right. Our story could be a best seller book... but not a romantic one with an happy ending. It would be that ones that envolves the public, makes them feel in love, makes they all adore the whole trama, the passion, the most beautiful couple. But in the end... it's just a beautiful story with a tragic end. Now, you and I are still characters but in another book, with another people, another personalities, loving anothers... and the first you and i that happens one day, doesn't exist anymore. My best friend, my love for life now is a stranger. Everyone can still read our stories, but like Peter Pan and Wendy... So much love envolved but not meant to be. You... that YOU that I've used to know and love with all my heart only exists in my memories, in my mind, in that universe that we created. And i still insist to believe that place exists in somewhere over the world, the galaxies, the stars... or maybe just in somewhere, some drawer inside me. I miss you with all of me. I miss your jokes, your smile, your smell, the safety in your arms, you pretty brown eyes.

But i don't want you anymore.

[oceanicabysss]

Do we write to express what our mouths could never do, cause there's something always stuck in the throat, a pain, a blockage, stopping us from saying what we really want to but all we can do is pick up a pen and bleed on that paper.

[arunairdraws]

Have you ever felt so much despair as if your heart is bleeding out buckets and you have no idea whether you should pull out the cause of this affliction from the root or let it stay?

For me it was when my relationship ended with my ex years ago… and the way it ended. I never thought I could love again! Became apathetic for more than a year… but as they say time does heal. My story does have a new beginning. 😇

[couldtheyescortelliewilliams]

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[allhailstephenking]

Stephen King Poll - Collections

[darkcrowprincess]

Me: I need to keep reading it by Stephen King. I stopped in the middle. The book is huge and I need to finish it. I PROMISED MYSELF I WOULD!

Also me and my adhd brain: My hero academia, anime, anime, ooooh look at this book, an this book, oooh another book about Holly Gibney! More anime! Bakudeku fanfiction. More fanfiction in general.

I know I have a problem focusing don't judge me. I will eventually finish It by stephen king. But right now if it bleeds by Stephen King is calling me, plus I'm obsessed with my hero academia right now.

[papillondusublime]

J’ai cru, enlevant mon manteau d’hiver, Libérer mes épaules de son poids. Mais dans le blizzard de la vie se perd Mon âme tremblant et mourant de froid. Trop vite, trop tôt, sans trop y penser, Devant toi j’ai osé me mettre à nu. J’ai dessillé tes yeux quand j’ai lancé Mes feuilles de figuier et fruit charnu. Émondant le monde au sein nourricier, Dans le vin rouge je l’ai macéré. J’ai la main de fer, le regard d’acier Et, dans la poitrine, un cœur lacéré. Mon amour! Sans masque servant de heaume, Ta beauté me blesse et puis me guérit. Sans, pour armure, mon costume d’Homme, Elle me rend folle et saine d’esprit. Elle me frappe en plein cœur, me désarme, Comme une canette me jette au sol. Elle noie mon chagrin, séchant mes larmes, Et me fait pleurer de joie qui console. Dans des chaînes carbonées m’emprisonne Son souffle mettant l’épée dans mes reins. Elle est mon seul remède et m’empoisonne. Pourquoi ses grands maux me font-ils du bien? Quand elle me lèse, une égratignure Me coupe jusqu’à l’os sans que je saigne. Du second degré, des lèvres brûlure, Ses questions me marquent et s’éteignent. Pas décédée mais en convalescence, Stagnant au bras mort, vive est ma douleur. L’examen : physique ou de conscience? Me dévêtant, suis-je chez la docteure? -Poésie: extrait de "Mise à nu", à lire dans "Genèse d'une femme" par Marine Mariposa, disponible gratuitement sur https://sites.google.com/view/papillondusublime/gen%C3%A8se-dune-femme -Image: "Yvette Undressing", Albert De Belleroche

[acarp911]

Needed you to stay,

and when I felt you about to leave,

I ran away to avoid the shame of being abandoned.