June 30, 2012 June 30th, 2012 11:41am She was frightened because she was realizing – too late, too late – that what’s done can’t be undone, and what’s remembered must somehow be lived with ever after. — Stephen King. “Lisey’s Story”. (via fuckyeah-unclesteve)
April 13, 2012 April 13th, 2012 12:28pm Darkness loves him. He dances with it like a lover and the moon comes up over the purple hill and what was sweet smells sour. Smells like poison. — Stephen King – “Lisey’s Story”. (via fuckyeah-unclesteve)