May 2012
34 posts
His breathing is ragged, matching mine.
“When did you start your period, Anastasia?” he asks out of the blue, gazing down at me.
“Err… yesterday,” I mumble in my highly aroused state.
“Good.” He releases me and turns me around.
“Hold on to the sink,” he orders and pulls my hips back again,…
STEPHEN COLBERT, The Colbert Report (via inothernews)
WOW
(via laurendane)
“What?”
“Ma’am, if you’d like to go through to the first class lounge and await your flight there.” …
“Surely there’s some mistake.”
“No, no.” He checks his computer screen again. “Anastasia Steele – upgrade.” He simpers at me.
Ugh. I narrow my eyes. He hands me my boarding pass, and I head towards the first class lounge muttering under my breath. Damn Christian Grey, interfering control freak – he just can’t leave well enough alone.” —
Fifty Shades of Grey, p. 283.
OMG don’t you just hate it when your gorgeous billionaire boyfriend who gives you orgasms that lead you to tears upgrades you to first class?! it’s the worst!
(via 50shadesofsuck)
Yeah, what a douche!
Fifty Shades of Grey, p. 276.
#subtlewhiteguilt
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So a bohemian look means friend?
April 2012
31 posts
Fifty Shades of Grey, p. 128.
does a bear shit in the woods?
(via 50shadesofsuck)
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
Part of me believing it was always something that I’d done
But I don’t wanna live that way” —Someone That I Used To Know (Goyte)
In 1944 a children’s book club sent a volume about penguins to a 10-year-old girl, enclosing a card seeking her opinion.
She wrote, “This book gives me more information about penguins than I care to have.”
American diplomat Hugh Gibson called it the finest piece of literary criticism he had ever read.
” —Perfect quote on why book reviewers can say whatever they want about a book they read.March 2012
33 posts
You ask me what I call Success -
It is, I wonder, Happiness?
It is not wealth, it is not fame,
Nor rank, nor power nor honoured name.
It is not triumph in the Arts -
Best-selling books or leading parts.
It is not plaudits of the crowd,
The flame of flags, processions proud.
The panegyrics of the Press
are but the mirage of Success.
You may have all of them, my friend,
Yet be a failure in the end.