FSOG’s Little Things in Minimalist Posters.
Parked outside is a red hatchback car, a two-door compact Audi. "It's for you. Happy graduation," he murmurs, pulling me into his arms and kissing my hair
My lifeline on We Heart It.
There’s a knock on the door. My heart leaps into my mouth, and I can’t seem to find my voice. He opens the door anyway and strolls in. Holy hell, he’s been working out. He’s in gray sweat pants that hang, in that way, off his hips and a gray singlet, which is dark with sweat, like his hair. Christian Grey’s sweat; the notion does odd things to me. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I feel like a two-year-old; if I close my
eyes then I’m not really here. “Good morning, Anastasia. How are you
feeling?” - Fifty Shades Of Grey
“‘Oh, I love megalomaniac Christian, and control freak Christian, sexpertise Christian, kinky Christian, romantic Christian, shy Christian … the list is endless.’ ‘That’s a whole lot of Christians.’ ‘I’d say at least fifty.’ ‘Fifty Shades.’ ‘My Fifty Shades.’” [x]