“i'm fifty shades of fucked up.”

“- "Why don't you like to be touched?" - "Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia”

“Why don't you like to be touched" Ana whispered, staring up into soft grey eyes."Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia”

“I'm intoxicated with this man, my man, my Fifty Shades.”

“I growl with frustration at my reflection in the mirror. Damn my hair – it’s fifty shades of fucked up. The situation I’m in is fifty shades of fucked up. I’m supposed to be studying for my finals; my roommate, Kathleen, should be the one fussing with her hair in front of the mirror right now. Instead, I’m trying to brush my hair into submission. Why is my hair so kinky? I need to stop sleeping with it wet, because it always ends up out of control. As I brush my long, brown hair, the girl in the mirror with blue eyes too big for her head stares back at me. Wait...I don’t have blue eyes! Then I realize I haven’t been looking into the mirror. I’ve been staring at a poster of Kristen Stewart for five minutes. My own hair is actually fine.”

“I'm gonna fuck up. I'm gonna fuck up a lot, Pidge, but you have to forgive me.”