clockworktardis:

awhiskyprincess:

clockworktardis:

egmon73:

disastergeek:

aura218:

Sometimes around like 95 he said he didn’t need more money. He’s given away literally millions to his town (he had a little league field(?) build so his kid’s team could play) and to other notable charities for decades. He said, and has written in his books, that there’s only so much money a person needs and the rest is just vanity. He was taught that as a child and lived it as a multi-millionare (which he never truly was – bc he gave it away).

He and his family lived in the same modest suburban house in the same modest Maine town since the 70s.

And then there’s Jeff Bezos.

sometimes is heart-warming to see that indeed good people still exist

His only vanity allowances have been when he got that super over the top goth wrought iron gate for his drive way and buying the van that hit him.

He bought the van that hit him?!

Hell yeah. Dude is macabre as fuck. He’s also very chill about the whole thing, because he considers it the wake up call that really made him focus on getting sober and stopping his substance abuse, focusing on his family, and getting his books published. I feel like his Dark Tower stories after that suffered from his rush to get them done before something ELSE happened, because getting hit by that van was just the latest and worst in a string of bad things that threatened his life up to that point, but honestly I’m just glad he’s still with us.

beggars-opera:

Stephen King, 1980: Writing 327 books a day at 1000 pages each, all of them about psychic children and people getting bludgeoned to death, while snorting mountains of cocaine

Stephen King, 2018: Still writing at a ridiculous pace but replacing the mountains of cocaine with dad jokes and puppy pictures on facebook 

nelyafinwes:

when I was 14 I worked in a grocery store and one day I got to bag Stephen King’s groceries and of course, being the little horror fiction nerd I am I was completely starstruck

I think he thought I was gonna ask for an autograph because I was not even lowkey staring I was full on moon-faced and bouncing and he kept looking over at me hesitantly like aw jeez kid fuck off

anyways I finally managed to squeak out that I was a huge fan and asked for advice on writing, “how do I write as well as you do?” in my horrible thick German accent and broken ass English and he gave me the best writing advice I have ever received

“shit kid, stop worrying about how other people do it and just write your story”

14 years later my wife and I nearly hit him with our car because he was jaywalking