Some waste away their lives by drinking, partying or by simply having fun and living for pleasure.
True love is jealousy in disguise: A man cannot restrict his lover from going to the club because he hates her, he actually hates the men who would come around and touch her.
You might be an introvert if you were ready to go home before you left the house.
Friendship isn't partying with a group of people to get drunk or chatting with him/her once a week, it's exactly the opposite. Friends make sure you get home safely and they help you when you need it,...
The time would be easy to know, for then mankind would have become as the Great Old Ones; free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and...
I went to the club to escape my life and pretend I'm somebody else. Now I don't know who I am anymore.
I can party like a twenty-four-year-old but it takes me almost a week to recover.
My advice for life: dance and sing your song while the party is still on.
If I show up on your doorstep don't worry I'm just there to party.
There was a kindliness about intoxication - there was that indescribable gloss and glamour it gave, like the memories of ephemeral and faded evenings.