It’s like if you just landed on an alien planet populated by pugs and the locals have come out to greet you.
This came into work today. I shortlisted it and displayed it on my cafe counter.
The back said something like “He is into BDSM. (Batman, Dragons, Star Wars, and Magic the Gathering).”
The first paragraph starts like this:“I growl with frustration at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is fifty shades of messed up. Why is it so kinky and out of control? I need to stop sleeping with it wet. As I brush my long brown hair, the girl in the mirror brown eyes too big for her, stares back at me. Wait… my eyes are blue! It dawns on me that I haven’t been looking in the mirror—I’ve been staring at a poster of Kirsten Stewart for the past five minutes. My own hair is fine.”
my own hair is fine
oh my god where can i buy this
I need this book in my life! Someone please buy me this book! I’ll love you 5ever!!!
thats a barnes and noble
The praises at the beginning of the book tho:
“I’m laughing as much as I was when I read the original Fifty Shades.” —Alyssa Palmer, erotic romance author of Prohibited Passion
“I’m not telling you to buy Fifty Shames of Earl Grey because I’m banging the author. I’m telling you to buy Fifty Shames of Earl Grey AND I’m banging the author.” —Tiffany Reisz, author of the BDSM erotica series, The Original Sinners
some days you can’t tell whether its six in the morning or six at night. some days you don’t give a shit. some days the light doesn’t leave the room.
f uck this is beautiful
"im not a feminist"
But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?
Mark Twain (via featherumbrellas)
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray