I feel like girls who drink whisky tell good stories.

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.

Sometimes I want a quiet life, other times I want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby.

Some nights you drink tea, some nights you drink whisky.

Don’t be scared to change the prince’s name in your story.

Don’t find her and lose you. Find her to find you.

She was always wild but he had made her free.

She had the whisky licking, skinny dipping smile.

I've spent a life chasing stories to tell when I'm old.