"I don’t have a will and in case this kills me I only want one thing, so here’s what I want you to do. First, I want to be cremated. Second, I want the ashes brewed into a beer, and finally I want everyone at my funeral to have to butt-chug me."

— Mark Carpino

 This is that moment I was warned about in all those health classes I spent listening to that damn rock and roll music through.

edit: “boy in the stripped pajamas” sounds like a terribly, terribly, inappropriate porno.

"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?"

— Trainspotting (via concetta-)

(Source: con-cetta)

Sabotage.