Ana is a 21 year old college student who is shocked to have an e-mail address.
I’m sorry. Even if this was set as much as 8 years ago (which I don’t think it was. I don’t remember an exact time frame right now but it was definitely in the last decade) she wouldn’t have been able to function as a college student without one.
I can’t wait to get home, the lure of e-mailing Christian, and maybe I can begin my research project.
You are not a sentence. These pieces do not go together.
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
He just showed you a whole room of whips, chains, and restraints and you are shocked to be talking about cheese? Look at your life, girl.
phlegmatically. Phlegmatically?! While I guess technically the definition fits, it sounds like she just picked up a thesaurus and was like, Oh, I’ll put this word in, it sounds intellectual. No.
Necrophilia is not my thing. Actually, Grey, we’re not talking about necrophilia here seeing as Ana is still very much NOT DEAD. We are talking about rape. Rape is not your thing, which is good to know.
