I’m direct, unapologetically honest, and not here to babysit fragile egos. If sarcasm feels like an attack or you need everything wrapped in layers of politeness to feel safe, I'm probably not your type of person. I value real talk, dark humor, and people who can handle a little heat without melting. Life’s too short to tiptoe around sensitivities—if you're thinking of messaging me, make sure you're not bringing bubble wrap for your feelings.

Here's a glimpse into my inner world if you want to learn more about me:
Favourite poet: Edgar Allan Poe.
Favourite painters: Francisco Goya, Caravaggio.
Favourite composers: Fabrizio Paterlini, Ludovico Einaudi, Frederic Chopin.
Favourite book: The Secret History by Donna Tartt.
Favourite philosopher: Niccolo Machiavelli

Oh, and i LOVE Eurovision. I can talk about it for hours.

Painting is my saving grace. It's the only reason i'm still somehow sane.

If I visited your profile and i didn't leave a message it's probably because: a) I think we have nothing in common; b) I accidentally clicked on your profile; c) Your profile looks fishy ; d) You checked my profile first

To all those lovely people from certain countries(you know who you are), who keep proposing to me - no, i'm not gonna marry you, the only guy i'm willing to marry is Robert Sheehan. Sorry, you can stop now.

Fine art (painting, music, poetry).
Psychopathology, criminal psychology.

l grew up listening to rock music (30 Seconds To Mars, Nirvana,Tokio Hotel,Evanescence, Red, Paramore, The Pretty Reckless, The Neighborhood, Kodaline, Coldplay, Нервы, Океан Ельзи).

Now i'm more into indie-pop, indie-folk, pop (Florence and the Machine, Bastille, Oh Wonder, Ben Howard, Passenger, Iron & Wine, Lord Huron, Flora Cash, Harry Styles, Conan Gray...).

I'm not a big fan of rap music but I like NF.

I've always loved classical music (Fabrizio Paterlini and Ludovico Einaiudi are my favorite composers).

I have a special spot in my heart for Italian music.

Scream,1408,The Haunting in Connecticut,Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles,Sleepy Hollow,The Hunger Games,Harry Potter, Keith, Love, Rosie, Dead Poets Society

The Vampire Diaries, American Horror Story, How to Get Away with Murder, Stranger Things, Teen Wolf, The Politician, Orphan Black,The X-Files, Money Heist, Young Royals, Dark, The Umbrella Academy, Veronica Mars

My favourite book is The Secret History by Donna Tartt. I can talk about it non stop.

Here is the list of the books that i also like and find interesting: Norwegian wood,Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage(Haruki Murakami), The Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath), The Sorrows of Satan (Marie Corelli), Flowers for Algernon (Daniel Keyes) ,An American Tragedy (Theodore Dreiser), The Catcher in the Rye (Jerome Salinger), One flew over the Cuckoo's nest (Ken Kesey). I am a huge fan of Edgar Allan Poe.

"Believe nothing you hear,and only one half that you see."
-Edgar Allan Poe

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
-Edgar Allan Poe

"Tell me every terrible thing you ever did,and let me love you anyway."
-Edrag Allan Poe

"It's better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both"
-Niccolo Machiavelli

"Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it."
- Vincent van Gogh

"I feel like a bug caught in the web of my own thoughts — struggling, twisting, but never breaking free. Each movement is a futile attempt to escape a cage I built with my own hands. I cannot escape myself. And yet, what is this 'self' but the very bars that trap me? I am trapped in a house of mirrors. Every reflection is distorted — a reminder that I am nothing more than a shadow, moving endlessly within the same walls.  They say the meaning of life is that it stops. They say — and I, a prisoner of time, watch the days slip away, each one a grain of sand in an hourglass that no longer runs. I stand at the edge of a vast, empty desert, but the horizon is always just beyond my reach. Is it I who am running? Or is it the desert that shifts, forever moving further? Or perhaps it is laughing at me — at my futile attempt to find meaning."