God I love/hate Stephen King so much. I’m re-reading Cell and he’s describing a woman snarling
“her upper lip and turned completely inside out revealing a pink velvet lining as intimate as a vulva”
HEY MAN WHY ARE YOU COMPARING THE INSIDE OF HER UPPER LIP AND/OR GUMS TO A VULVA
i am a lover. but underneath that i’m a hater. and then underneath that i’m a lover again
