(Source: vallahisenbiliyorsun)

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"I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that won’t help. You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have. Let’s drink more wine!"

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Ama ne varsa geyikli gecede idi
Bir bilseniz avuçlarınız terlerdi heyecandan
Bir bakıyorduk akşam oluyordu kaldırımlarda
Kesme avizelerde ve çıplak kadın omuzlarında
Büyük otellerin önünde garipsiyorduk
Çaresizliğimiz böylesine kolaydı işte
Hüznümüzü büyük şeylerden sanırsanız yanılırsınız
Örneğin üç bardak şarap içsek kurtulurduk
Yahut bir adam bıçaklasak
Yahut sokaklara tükürsek
Ama en iyisi çeker giderdik
Gider geyikli gecede uyurduk …

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 leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that?

-Trainspotting

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(Source: deadcuntsociety)

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