50 Shades of Twilight
Hey have you guys heard of “50 Shades of Grey?” I hadn’t until recently and when I did I assumed it was erotica written about and for octogenarians.
I was wrong. Apparently its a trilogy of books that started out as Twilight fan fiction; the author changed Edward and Bellas names, took out the vampires* and turned it into an ebook… Next stop, international bestseller.
Do you know what I love the most about this? It defines itself as an S&M novel with “Edward” as the Dom. Ha!
Annnnnnd its about to be turned into a movie.
50 Shades of Suck tumblr has all the amazing quotes:
For example:
“Romantically, though, I’ve never put myself out there, ever. A lifetime of insecurity – I’m too pale, too skinny, too scruffy, uncoordinated, my long list of faults goes on.”
Fifty Shades of Grey, p. 36.
Oh man- too skinny? you’ll never find someone!
But seeing as I actually read Twilight after coming across Devin Faraci’s article on ‘Why Breaking Dawn Must Be Turned Into a Movie’. This collection of sexty quotes is tempting me to read a shade or two of grey. Giving me yet another excuse to not finish that one book by Dostoevsky I’ve been pretending to read for years.
*Lets face it the whole “vampire” thing in Twilight was the most boring part of the story.
I ran to the mountains
I even hear the mountains
the way they laugh
up and down their blue sides
and down in the water
the fish cry
and the water
is their tears.
I listen to the water
on nights I drink away
and the sadness becomes so great
I hear it in my clock
it becomes knobs upon my dresser
it becomes paper on the floor
it becomes a shoehorn
a laundry ticket
it becomes
cigarette smoke
climbing a chapel of dark vines…
it matters little
very little love is not so bad
or very little life
what counts
is waiting on walls
I was born for this
I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead.
Consummation Of Grief, Charles Bukowski
All translation is a form betrayal
(Source: fuck-yeahsharonneedles, via sharonneedlesofficial)
“Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.”
― Charles Bukowski
