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I'm drawn to "50 Shades of Grey". The majorly screwed-up fuckery of tragic Christian's life who whips women walking around them bare-chested and in 'special occasion Red Room' jeans. Is it an inevitable sign that I am destined to become a cat-loving old maid who will go bonkers soon and scare neighbours' children? Whatever. It's unbelievably hot and it's justified. A man broken can seek redemption if he's done wrong things for reasons blent-in as scars in his life. A woman can save him if she's willing to try, to go off record, to be there no matter what. I strongly believe in this truth.
Brought to you by this.
Laters, baby. xx
Brought to you by this.
Laters, baby. xx