"a woman needs a man." close enough!
I need a personal castle somewhere in romania and a two-storey library, but as for a man, I can somehow manage to live without him.

maybe I'm overly emotional and hysterical but you don't feel anything and that's worse.

you're either completely mentally stable or you recognise these places – there's no in-between

I'm funny, smart, pretty and loved by women.
isn't that enough to get a high-paying job?

dostoevsky this, camus that. but I don't remember either of them releasing an album called "ultraviolence", whereas lana del rey did.

girls be like "In my bag there's lip gloss, stomach pills, cough drops, a kinder figurine, keys, pepper spray just in case a man attacks me and tries to kill me, caramel sweets from mum, my passport..."

I'm going on a date tonight or as strange people would say I'm going to watch a film with my favourite actor in the lead role.

there's a void within me that only vanilla coca-cola and a finely crafted sword can fill.

I mean, you're rather charming and all, but I have a preference for vampires – deathly pale, centuries old, with a grand mansion, an extensive library, a vast fortune and an insatiable thirst for the blood of anyone who so much as gives me a rude glance.

I'm grateful for nostalgia because this feeling allows me to realise that I'm living a life full of events I long to revisit, rather than merely existing.