Happy birthday to the one and only Stephen King He is such an incredible and amazing guy and he has created many enriching stories for us he has made us laugh, cry, mad, happy, and not to mention scared. I hope he has many more ❤
Hey! How is your Sunday going? 💜 Today I decided to show you my #StephenKing collection so far 🖤 I've read most of these but the one I haven't and I'm dying to is #It 🤡 There's so much hype around it lately that I already promise to start reading it next month 🙌🏼 Have you read It? Have you watched the movie? 🎈 • • • Hey! ¿Como va el Domingo? 💜 Hoy les quise mostrar mi colección de Stephen King 🖤 Ya me leí la mayoría pero el que aún no leí y me muero por empezar es It 🤡 Ya me lo agendé para el mes que viene 🙌🏼 ¿Ustedes ya lo leyeron? ¿Vieron la pelicula? Cuenten que tal 🎈
I keep forgetting what it was like. To the exact last minute detail. Those eyes, the way the cheeks flushed slightly at coy remarks or the absolute sense of childishness in crass jokes. I sometimes close my eyes and try to remember. Would your skin feel different or my touch would? There is an ease. In forgetting or remembering I wouldn't know. Honestly though I wouldn't even know where this thought sprung from. It's just like a carasolle. It never stops turning. And night still ruffles the sheets and tear stains are mysteriously found and screams still tear the quiet around and there is no accountability. In certain absence we are absolutely free. And then stories keep turning and one book ends and some are abandoned and a few more are bought and these stories oh so many stories are devoured to shut that one story out of the head which brews so much in the mind that sometimes real life is nothing but these sentences that would be written and should be and yet wouldn't be for there is this vehement need to lose the pen or not getting a paper or not completing that string of words at the exact moment when it is needed. When the venom of my blood begins to drip through my veins and soil the sheets of paper with the obscenity of who you were and how we were, it would destroy the sanctity. Would it not, love? ~Aadya #aadyastories
I come for the sunrise, but I stay for the rain and the snow and the face full of ice-bullets. . My miserable early morning summit attempt was foiled by a random 7am thunderstorm, but my consolation prize was this gloriousness... so really, I can't complain.
Gluten + me = Celiac's disease 😷 Since 4pm today, I've been feeling my belly balloon & racking my brain about what I ingested that caused this reaction. 😱 Was it the rinsed wheat pizza 🍕 from yesterday? Corn tortillas from lunch? 🌽 Something prepared on a glutened surface? Idk, but this is not fun. 😖 My belly has expanded over 2.5 inches (6cm) since this morning. 🙎I fantasize about going Paleo 🍗, but it will never truly happen 😞 Looking forward to seeing a #nutritionist in a couple weeks. Hopefully she can help 🙏
Did you know?: After refusing to speak about his motivations for writing "Misery" for two decades, Stephen King finally came out and stated that it is indeed about his battle with substance abuse. Kathy Bates' character is a representation of his dependency on drugs and what it did to his body, making him feel alone and separated from everything while hobbling any attempts he made at escape. In his statement, he said he did not come out with it at the time because he was not ready and because he was afraid it would detract from the story.