narcissism [Theme] Page 5

Throughout the country there are two or three men who do not consider themselves a fascinating topic for conversation.

Who am I kidding its brilliant lie!?

But I all my all neurasthenic-festering wounds of my soul, covered in the ideality, loved and pitied her, seeing her still alive, a little klochochek self, resentful, overdriven and dressed in aesthetically the female form. Stroking her powerful white skin on the thigh (and quietly marasmia at the same time), I just stroked his own heart. I was so pleased to see himself outside himself and at the same time I wanted to eat this lump of 'me', to absorb it into himself.

Briefly about yourself: we need Tom to briefly describe my good qualities.

... Every man had his period of childishness, just not everyone remembers it. Another thinks he has and came from the head of Jupiter, like Minerva, fully armed.

Don't remember the love on the faces since, like Narcissus looked in the mirror.

- We have so much in common. We love the same thing. Me.

I love myself more than money, and like money more than other people.

I admired their own kind, but we all know that this is a big happiness, although for mutual reassurance we occasionally pretend to condemn this kind of feeling, calling it narcissism.

In love with himself has no rivals.

- What should I call you, son? Angel or maybe better than Angelus?
I prefer when people just call me "sir".

I myself sometimes envy. I think as well that I am me. Sometimes you look at yourself and think, "What a cool chick!" And then it turns out that this chick - it's me!

It is very hard to be a genius among insects.

- You know, his older brother, Dean, died, and was a murderer?
- Oh yeah, Dean, black sheep... but handsome!