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.

therapy is expensive but finding solace in a charismatic morally grey character is free.

they hate you when you serve "I fucking hate them all, I hope they die in agony, miserable bastards, FUCK FUCKING FUCK" + "the Lord taught us to forgive" duo