Life is just a series of trade-offs. For all of us.

God, it makes me rage how efficient things are when you’re a d*ck to people.

Nadia has been murdered in prison. The good news is the buffet is open.

I have a thing for bathrooms, actually.

People think that your soul or personality, whatever, leaves the body when you die. I swear, it just goes further in. It falls so far in and just becomes so small that it can’t control your body anymore. It’s just in there, dying forever.